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Marinela Abarca Dec 2014
The darkness fades away
As I search for that light
It finally dawned on me that I find the galaxies swirling in your eyes
The problem arose in that transcendence
Your beauty cannot be depicted in mundane sentences
I stopped thinking of such words that would not amount to your beauty
To make you see your worth is my duty
So I thought of ways to make you see
To do that, I will express what I feel
Maybe not until I make sure it's real
But love, just know
I think of you in poetry and prose
Oh what a wonderful muse.
Marinela Abarca Dec 2014
You told me that I have to stop seeing him in everyone who holds my hand and tells me that I can be someone in their life

You told me that I should let the Sun rise
You told me that there are bluer skies

You told me to stop looking at things like they never seem right
You told me to wipe the venom from my eyes

You told me to listen before I write it off as lies

You told me I won't get very far
if I run away from my heart

You told me that I will eventually meet someone along the way
Who will compel me to stay without much words to say

You told me I should stop waiting
Because he walked out the door
And he will never walk in again

You told me that I have to stop thinking that people are going to leave
just because he did

You told me that you love me
I watched this movie called, P.S I Love You and Gerry (played by Gerard Butler) told his wife to stop telling him to leave. He told her, "I'm not going anywhere. I'm not your dad." So this poem is inspired by that scene :)
Marinela Abarca Dec 2014
It's a race that no one wants to win.
Marinela Abarca Dec 2014
There are no poems made because of happiness.
Sad ones are the best.
In them we find a place to put to rest
Our hearts, always a mess.
Marinela Abarca Dec 2014
Some people are like sand
You hold on to them for too long
and they slip from your fingers
Marinela Abarca Dec 2014
And until now, I hate the sound of the door slamming against the wall because it reminds me how easily a person can leave without coming back at all.
  Dec 2014 Marinela Abarca
Ria
No, I don't write about you.
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