/DREAMSTART

I had the most amazing dream last night.
You and I.

You had come over to visit.
But it wasn't just any visit.
Turns out we were getting married soon.
I think it was arranged by our families.

That night we kissed.
We touched.
We laughed.
The sames images from when I writing last night.

I kissed your lips.
Your stomach.
Your sides.
It was beautiful.
You were beautiful.

But the next day you were unsure.
I was unsure.
"What if this doesn't work out?" you asked me.

Afternoon came around and you decided to leave.
I chased after you asking what was wrong.
You showed me a painting you made.
We were on opposite sides.
In the middle were two smaller pictures.
One was a row of multicolored houses,
And the other was pictures of kids.

You were afraid.
"What if this doesn't work?"
"What if we're away from each other?"
"What if..."

I stopped you.
I was scared too.
I didn't know what to expect.

You were in tears.
I pulled you close and stood silently for a bit.
And said the only thing I could think of.
"I will always love you,
I will always keep you safe,
And I will always be here."

/DREAMEND

I didn't mean to bother you.
I know you're busy.
And as it turns out,
I'm bad at apologies.
So here's a poem:

Rose are red,
Violets are blue,
I'm also bad at rhyming,
So here's a Haiku:

Haiku's aren't easy.
So I'm having some trouble.
How about a song:

This is a song without music
So it's not very good
But you should know
That I'm sorry
Hey, Hey,
I'm sorry for bothering you
Hey, Hey,
Maybe I should try a Limerick instead:

There once was a guy named Dan
He had just eaten some ham
He tried to write stories
To say he was sorry
But everything he wrote was bland

Alright, so maybe the Limerick thing didn't work out either
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Hmmmmmmm
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Oh!  Oh!  How about an epic story!?
                                                         ­                                           (But you just said you were bad at those)
It was a dark and stormy night.
                                                        ­                                                                 ­          (Come on, that's lame)
SHUT UP, BRAIN.  I'M TRYING TO MAKE THIS APOLOGY CUTE.
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Ahem
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So there we were, alone out on the battlefield.  A single hawk circled above.
"I don't know how much more of this heat I can take," you told me.
We continued walking when suddenly, a giant tiger with teeth as sharp as a knives jumped out in front of us!
"Why is there a tiger in this desert!" you screamed in horror.
"Don't question the plotline!" I yelled raising my sword.
The tiger leaped at me with all its might.
"I'll protect you, my dear!"
I dodged left; sword still at the ready.  The tiger turned around slowly, his dark eyes burning into my soul.  What could I possibly do to defeat this huge beast?  The tiger jumped again, but this time I was ready.  I ran at him and slid onto my knees.  As the tiger lept over me I thrusted my sword upwards into its stomach, killing it instantly.
We had survived the attack, went to find shelter, and lived happily ever after.  The End

Long story short:  I'm bad at saying sorry, I don't know what that story had to do with saying sorry, and I hope this made you laugh a little.  It certainly made me feel better writing it.

This Thanksgiving, I'm happy you're back in my life.  :)

Peace.

Your eyes saw me, and mine saw you.
And for those few seconds, we connected like few do.
I tried to break glare, but you kept me at stare.
The light from above made a twinkle in your eye,
And with that my heart began to fly.
A smile spread across your face,
One that stopped time and space.
I smiled back and was froze in a trance,
And I wondered if your heart too started to dance.
Caught in a phase we were two of a kind.
But I knew love I could not find.
And so I sit here alone,
Wishing I could call you my own.

Forgive me, for I have fallen in love with you.
Even though we're so far apart.
Even though I know you love someone else.
I couldn't help my stupid heart.

Forgive me, for I can't think about anyone else but you.
You've taken over my dreams, my wants, and my desires.
And even though you're thinking about someone else,
I couldn't help my stupid heart.

Forgive me for wanting to hear your deepest dreams and desires.
You are beautiful inside and out.
A beauty which knows no bounds.
Still, I couldn't help my stupid heart.

Forgive me for hoping to be an exception someday.
For wanting to hold you.
For wanting to make your dreams come true.
And for wanting to hear you say, "I love you too."

Remembering is not easy.
There are memories we choose to forget,
And memories that choose to forget us.

I was looking through old photos today.
Faces clear,
Names cloudy.

The bully.
The girl I had a crush on.
The rich kid.
Names long forgotten.

I found an old playbook today.
"Memphis."
I wonder what that was about.
I wonder who I was with.
I wonder if I liked it.

Pictures of a sunrise from summer.
I wonder how it felt on my skin.
I wonder if I smiled.
I wonder what time it was.

But the girl I passed who was crying three years ago,
The blood running down my arm,
The people I loved who did not love me,
Haunting memories.

For the people we forget move on,
And the people we remember remain frozen.
Pulling us back from the present,
Until we finally forget ourselves.

As I walk these planes of blue and green,
The morning sun warms my face.
The vast oceans blue,
And the wide fields of grass green.
I was told this place was grey and desolate once,
But no longer.
I dip in and out of the surrounding craters,
Heading for the black hole in the center.
The days get shorter,
As the nights get longer.
And every night I'm getting lost,
In your Angel Eyes.

It's 5:47AM.
Eyes heavy.
Hands weak.
Mouth dry.

I dreamt of us again.
The meadows.
The skies.

The softness of your skin.
The sound of your voice.
That taste of your lips.

"To be loved is to be free.
Maybe someday it'll be me."