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In Madness of a Dream. the things i miss about you
you, making me cringe, with the child like excitement of happiness
and i could have kisses anytime i wanted,
looking in your eyes made life beautiful to me
and arguments always ended in peaceful battles
of who loved who more, with nobody actually winning.
seasons passed by, in blissful moments
turning time into memory for my nostalgia
something i could emulate
on days when i'm lacking the good sense
to let what happened between us
deter me from thinking about the past
and what became, of two
all for not, my intentions in vain
so now you see me die trying.
in this wreckage, it's more like living,
with a heart no longer beating
it's giving, and not receiving,
there's hopeless wishing, for something,
to reconcile this pain within me,
no tears can mend, this love i give
or protect my hands from the prick of thorns, when handling roses.
love is, as is.
nice poem. i understand about the heart always giving, never recieving. im in love with someone who views me as the big brother friend type.
So true, "love is, as is" Can be the best as well as the worst thing to ever happen sometimes. Your words are eloquent and beautifully written. You definately seem a true romantic. Yeah I caught the part about being mean, but I don't think ( and I don't know you) you were too vicious. I could be wrong but from what I have seen- You seem as if you are probably harder on yourself than you should be. again excellant piece.
Peace and Love-j
I don't know about this, The poem is good. Yep. If the world will be where nobody lose or win, will be better, but not better at all. I think. Well, u got the phrase there "with nobody actually winning" That will be kind of cool, but not quite. This poem is good.
Have a nice and beautiful life!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
~My Best Wishes~
:D