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For all of the times that I thought I fell in love This surpasses them all Lifting my body and soul into the clouds There is no need to fall There is no pressure to jump Only a hand to walk by my side For all of those times that I thought I was in love I now just say I was simply blind With the weight of my stresses forcing me down He soothes my mind and brightens my days Gifting me laughter and his strong embrace He understands me in all of my different ways For all of those people whom I've claimed to love The love had faded each time so fast I do now believe because I fell into it That love never truly had a chance This man, he has given me a seed He gently wrapped it in my hand He helps me water it daily And we wait patiently for it to expand Delicate and frail this tiny blossom shall be But in time it will stand strong within the forest A symbol of what he and I could be If true love is in fact written in the stars for us.
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Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 4:25 PM UTC
It Must Grow
For all of the times that I thought I fell in love This surpasses them all Lifting my body and soul into the clouds There is no need to fall There is no pressure to jump Only a hand to walk by my side For all of those times that I thought I was in love I now just say I was simply blind With the weight of my stresses forcing me down He soothes my mind and brightens my days Gifting me laughter and his strong embrace He understands me in all of my different ways For all of those people whom I've claimed to love The love had faded each time so fast I do now believe because I fell into it That love never truly had a chance This man, he has given me a seed He gently wrapped it in my hand He helps me water it daily And we wait patiently for it to expand Delicate and frail this tiny blossom shall be But in time it will stand strong within the forest A symbol of what he and I could be If true love is in fact written in the stars for us.
Thoughts are skipping around, so many different ways to go with this, but this is the first thought that came to mind and sometimes a messy poem can portray the realist emotions.
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Jan 5, 2016
Jan 5, 2016 at 4:25 PM UTC
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