The never were's and the could have beens....
Kissing Your Existence
If being lost without you
Is the only way to connect
Than I surrender my pride
Just to feel your meaning
If nothing else can touch you
And security's your friend
Than I'll kiss your pride
And shatter the walls
If only having secrets
Can hide what's already said
Than I'm deft to your lips
Whenever I taste your mind
If having your body
Means I must surrender your heart
Than my hands will become numb
To the feel of anything physical
When nothing's left of existence
And your whispers are only heard
I will still kiss your memories
With the warmth of my tears
By Jennie
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I wrote this poem a while ago, but it keeps coming back. I don't know what it is. The talk about love? The actual existence of it possibly racking my brain. Sometimes I think of what there never was or what could be. What if I didn't pick up the phone and call him? What if I didn't tell him I love him right before I hung up? Does he love me less than he did yesterday? Does he love me at all? I think most people have the problem where they think too far ahead of themselves. They think of the never weres and the couldn't bes, but what about the now? What about who you are and what that somebody thinks of you? You look in the mirror and question everything you are and what you're not. You look at yourself and think, I'm not like that girl. He can't love me. What about the people who do love you? For who you are and what you're not. You're awesome. You bring so much happiness to those little people you never thought noticed you. You know those times I just needed a hug and you were there? Remember that time I was stressing out over a problem and you held my hand? Or how about when I was crying and you assured me everything was going to be alright? If I notice just these little things...that must mean those huge outrageous loving things you do go noticed as well. I believe the person you are is created by the things you do. That just means you're amazing because everything you do...is AWESOME.
This post is dedicated to Laurel. LOVE YA! *Smile*
P.S. Love you ugly bear! (I don't say it enough and I never say it out loud...but I have nothing to hide. Laurel helped me realize that!)
If being lost without you
Is the only way to connect
Than I surrender my pride
Just to feel your meaning
If nothing else can touch you
And security's your friend
Than I'll kiss your pride
And shatter the walls
If only having secrets
Can hide what's already said
Than I'm deft to your lips
Whenever I taste your mind
If having your body
Means I must surrender your heart
Than my hands will become numb
To the feel of anything physical
When nothing's left of existence
And your whispers are only heard
I will still kiss your memories
With the warmth of my tears
By Jennie
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I wrote this poem a while ago, but it keeps coming back. I don't know what it is. The talk about love? The actual existence of it possibly racking my brain. Sometimes I think of what there never was or what could be. What if I didn't pick up the phone and call him? What if I didn't tell him I love him right before I hung up? Does he love me less than he did yesterday? Does he love me at all? I think most people have the problem where they think too far ahead of themselves. They think of the never weres and the couldn't bes, but what about the now? What about who you are and what that somebody thinks of you? You look in the mirror and question everything you are and what you're not. You look at yourself and think, I'm not like that girl. He can't love me. What about the people who do love you? For who you are and what you're not. You're awesome. You bring so much happiness to those little people you never thought noticed you. You know those times I just needed a hug and you were there? Remember that time I was stressing out over a problem and you held my hand? Or how about when I was crying and you assured me everything was going to be alright? If I notice just these little things...that must mean those huge outrageous loving things you do go noticed as well. I believe the person you are is created by the things you do. That just means you're amazing because everything you do...is AWESOME.
This post is dedicated to Laurel. LOVE YA! *Smile*
P.S. Love you ugly bear! (I don't say it enough and I never say it out loud...but I have nothing to hide. Laurel helped me realize that!)