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Yeah this was one of those 'poetry tag' things... topic was 'more then the eye can see'... sorry if I got pissy in it... it wasn't toward anyone on my list.. <3
So yes.
If you were to try and paint this
with precise lines
dictating every 'what' and 'why'
Black and white.
Edges and corners.
Concrete solutions.
So yea.
I guess I can contemplate.
How you can say.
'There is no such thing as fate.'
But right now.
All I can see are the colors.
And the stars fall.
And every moment captures me
Until I am so caught up in it all.
So maybe.
You are like 'It will not last'
And maybe
You are like 'I have known you in the past'
Maybe.
You don't think that there
Is a whole lot of good
when it comes to poetry
that is involved in my life,
and you say I am crazy
and that I do not deserve
something..
maybe anything.
Anything at all?
Because you are so sure that I will fall
And break a heart
that each piece and part
that you have barely seen sketched
of me is etched
that you know me so well
even though you cannot tell
me a single thing
about who I really am
yet you have the audacity
to try and understand
something which is so important
something of which you will never know.
And so
How am I supposed to say
How do I explain
The emotions that are involved
this freedom from the pain
this random circumstance
which has caught me by suprise
Because you know?
And actually I don't care
I love you guys deeply
that have actually been there
but if you actually took the time
I think that you would see
that who I am now
Is who I wished I could be.
This.
Is like the ending to a dream.
You see.
The outcome imagined.
Scattered images
of logical horizens
and I see
when I look at him
everything
more so
I cannot put this into words.
I believe.
In more then the eye can see.
So yes.
If you were to try and paint this
with precise lines
dictating every 'what' and 'why'
Black and white.
Edges and corners.
Concrete solutions.
So yea.
I guess I can contemplate.
How you can say.
'There is no such thing as fate.'
But right now.
All I can see are the colors.
And the stars fall.
And every moment captures me
Until I am so caught up in it all.
So maybe.
You are like 'It will not last'
And maybe
You are like 'I have known you in the past'
Maybe.
You don't think that there
Is a whole lot of good
when it comes to poetry
that is involved in my life,
and you say I am crazy
and that I do not deserve
something..
maybe anything.
Anything at all?
Because you are so sure that I will fall
And break a heart
that each piece and part
that you have barely seen sketched
of me is etched
that you know me so well
even though you cannot tell
me a single thing
about who I really am
yet you have the audacity
to try and understand
something which is so important
something of which you will never know.
And so
How am I supposed to say
How do I explain
The emotions that are involved
this freedom from the pain
this random circumstance
which has caught me by suprise
Because you know?
And actually I don't care
I love you guys deeply
that have actually been there
but if you actually took the time
I think that you would see
that who I am now
Is who I wished I could be.
This.
Is like the ending to a dream.
You see.
The outcome imagined.
Scattered images
of logical horizens
and I see
when I look at him
everything
more so
I cannot put this into words.
I believe.
In more then the eye can see.