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{ Dreamer }
Definition:

1. a person who dreams.

2. a person who lives in a world of fantasy; one who is impractical and unrealistic.

3. a person whose ideas or projects are considered audacious or highly speculative; visionary.
{ Marianne }

The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to love and be loved in return.
It was always you.

{ Past. }

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{ Tuesday, September 2, 2008 }

EDITED

Just remembering so many things.

That sms. Why did you have to do that? Oh well. I dont know how you do what you do.

I'm just wondering because you went missing and I haven't seen you in a while. I'm just thinking if you got what you want. If you're safe, if you're happy. I'm just wondering. It seems like it but I'm kind of hoping its not.

Please, I dont care anymore. That sms was what made me ecstatic. Made me look at you in a different way. Made me feel differently towards you. Yea, just one message isall it takes. So tell me, where are you? Can you appear in front of me and surprise me because I miss you. I really do.

Just a little something I wrote.
A tiny gesture,
A little smile.
A small adventure,
That lasted a while.
Things have changed,
She doesn't know why.
What she once aimed,
She now let's it fly.
Yet new aims arise,
That changes her mind.
Caught in a vice,
She's almost blind.
She stares at the picture,
The one with you.
She isn't really sure,
Why she's feeling blue.
She stares into those tiny eyes,
The ones that used to shy away.
She looks up into the sky,
She wished they could just play.
Pretend that they were still in love,
Pretend there was no pain.
Pretend that all was but a dove,
Pretend she was insane.
Yet she knows she cannot run,
from the fatal hands of fate.
You had to ruin all her fun,
Leaving her there to fade.
Although fun was not in her mind,
But passionate love for one.
It's been so long since she's been blind,
The burden's starting to weigh a ton.
She cries out for help,
Although no one would come.
She remembers exactly how she felt,
When in the arms of someone.
So now that you've heard the story of a girl,
Of how she's come undone.
Think about the weight of the world,
Crushing on that tiny one.


I love writing pems but they make me really really tired. I think its because its an outpouring of emotions and to make them rhyme and still makes sense and tell the story you wanna tell. Oh well, did anyone tell you? Poems dont need to rhyme to be called poems. I just like it when it rhymes :D

In your eyes, I'd like to stay.
Sometimes our first scars never fade away.

Everyone has their reasons for loving the one they love. It doesnt have to make sense.



{ fin }