by trentm32 » 12/18/2003, 1:35 pm
"the way that I love you"
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I don't care if you don't love me
I only care that you know the truth
I don't care that you'll never see me
The way that I see you
When I see you trip I hit the ground
I'd break myself to break your fall
And when you stand back up without a sound
God I wish to me you would could call
Upon my mind you soar the days
You change my mind a thousand times
I wish I could find you through this daze
But you never see through my entendre line
I know you'll always be there, and I'll be there for you
But I also know you'll never love me, the way that I love you
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It's a poem about falling in love with a friend, and never being able to be with the way you wish. Sadly, I kind of drew from a personal experience for inspiration.
"When looking up there, I just felt whole, like I belonged. Like one day I too would shine my most brilliant. Sitting there also made me think about sitting through services at my little country church back home. About that never-changing congregation of the same sixty-seven people and everyone has known you since before you were born. Now, out here in the real world, everything just seemed more vivid than when I used to sit in that little pew. That pew that was now so, so far away from where I was. I feared I had somehow left God behind there, too. I feared he was somehow just sitting there, saving my seat on the fifth pew from the front row, just waiting on me to come back. I left so quickly, I worried that he may not have noticed I was gone. And, now, I’m just too far away to find. So he’s just sitting there, patiently waiting on me to come back. I closed my eyes and prayed a moment. I hoped more than anything that he could still hear me." -an excerpt from my novella, A Sea of Fallen Leaves.
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