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my precious
Contributed by
awsmpilot
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Monday, 18th September 2006 @ 08:15:26 AM in AEST
Topic:
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my precious
If one other man in this world said they loved you more than I, how would you know?
If that one man in this world wrote his feelings for you, how would you believe?
If that man in this world showed you how they felt about you, how would he do it?
If a number of men like you,
Im merely a number it seems.
If that one man makes you content,
then what more could I do?
The future has not happened yet,
and I dont see who you will meet.
But I do know for a matter,
none will run into your path.
the way I was lucky to,
that feel a snuggly comfort in your presence
more than I do, the way I do.
Please dont ever leave me lone,
for solitude isnt so happy or friendly.
I know you once did care
before I crashed an egg in your hair.
I know you once did more than liked me
before I must have erred in personality.
You once told me how you thought
you did not see yourself as very attractive,
crediting your gorgeous senior looks
to todays digital imaging.
Now look at you.
Youve gained a lot of confidence
it seems.
I once last year met you at Falcon game
to pose for a capture of you and I for your mom.
Then you told me you were going to leave me
for the stands.
We went our opposite ways.
Me with my friend whos no longer here
leaning on rails where the view pays.
You to your seat all the way over there
or at least thats what you said. But
your action took a different course,
only to see you walk passed us with another man.
Did you not want to talk longer with me?
I have always wondered about that moment,
since when ever you pass by its a moment to cherish.
Im sorry to have been the lucky one to meet you,
to have heard and then sought that voice.
To have asked
for a number, a number for your voice
that one time chanted hey Academy!
and funny others lines.
Taking two-minute showers,
Smelling like flowers.
Creative, attractive.
Yes, powerful thoughts that aroused me
and probably others.
But Im glad to have met your
beyond sweet nature at the same time.
But maybe Im not so lucky
cause were not together.
In the spring of 05,
you wrote: I think that you want
more from our relationship but
I cant give that to you. I still
want to get together but I
dont want anything more
than friendship right now.
I shouldve known what you meant
by that,
and now it may just be
a fact
that all women are incredibly fickle.
Im sorry that Im not the one,
the one guy that you were looking for.
I only wish that I didnt have to be
the one with unrequited love.
But if wishes were granted all the time,
what meaning would their be
to this world of pain and harsh judgment,
this world of seemingly fierce competition?
Which I dont care to compete,
only against myself is it worthwhile.
Shove me away and find a guy to love,
Why did you not tell me sooner of this love?
At least youre not any longer lone,
thats the last thing Ive want to known.
It makes me happy
that youre now with,
someone you can share
your precious warmth with.
It makes me happy
that your now with,
some other you can share
your mystifying hazel eyes with.
It makes me happy
that youre now with,
another guy who you can share
your sweet happiness with.
It makes me happy only for,
for you are a more happy lady.
But now Im so very lonely cold,
I dont know what is going to happen.
I might just wrap myself under my blankets,
to search among the synthesized
darkness for some strength within.
Maybe I will begin to wonder,
into the unknown world of sleep.
To dream of you and I so close together,
rather than let myself begin to weep.
If I do begin to dream
I hope for you to meet me maybe again.
At Arbys where I met you second,
in my first dream of you
A second dream, I met you in an empty second-floor
joint, perhaps a coffee-shop. It was sunny or light
out and I all remember of you is
just that you were there
with me, in some random
room, in my mind or some other world
at some random location
most definitely nonexistent
fabricated by the yearning loneliness of my mind.
When I met you the fourth time again, it was real.
It was almost like the dreams Ive had,
except for you didnt like me
the way you had smiled at me
in my dreams.
Maybe the fourth time was really a nightmare,
after I had gone to sleep after a talk with you.
Just an instance of what I did fear,
to meet a special lady who did not dare
to give me a chance
to be close with you
to have just one more hug
or one kiss would do.
After some day perhaps tonight,
if we meet once more in a dream again,
it would be a wonderful night.
Perhaps I will have grown
and then youll have seen
all along the love Ive owned.
You will one day see, or tonight,
the love Ive always owned
thats been dormant and quiet
and never loaned.
Locked up in a place
far away from my mind,
saved for you and only
the one that truly mattered.
But no matter what dream I have
it cannot compare to this reality.
For the sweetest dream is merely an illusion
a trick upon my spectacular senses,
which allow me to think the
thoughts I have of you.
My heart knows the feelings
of what its like to be hurt,
from brutal words to dying people.
Yet, it is not pumping fearfully for denial of love
since it knows it will always beat strongly.
Since it has already felt the best feeling it ever felt
when it was close to yours.
It is a happy heart for it remembers.
Yet sometimes it struggles to again find yours,
to find that comforting tempo of your beautiful presence.
Copyright ©
awsmpilot
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2006-09-18 08:15:26]
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Re: my precious
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by twbanter on
Monday, 18th September 2006 @ 08:49:17 AM AEST
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Ouch.... Need I say more? You put a lot of work into this, maybe too much.... (sorry)
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Re: my precious
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by ever1der on
Monday, 18th September 2006 @ 01:27:09 PM AEST
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| truthfully...I saw the length and didn't finish..it's so lengthy it could be split up. sorry |
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Re: my precious
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by shelby on
Monday, 18th September 2006 @ 05:42:15 PM AEST
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The write itself had alot of involved emotion and for the most part was done well, however I feel it would have been better written in several parts. Its length made is a little hard to hold onto and stay with it without losing its meaning. Keep on writing, just a little shorter the next time.
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