by trentm32 » 5/3/2004, 4:16 pm
I edited the tar outta the poem I barely even remember posting last night at like 1 in the morning (I just deleted the post), so here's the uber-newer, re-titled, and mostly re-written...
it's about falling in love with a friend, but not having the cahunas to make a move (well, atleast superficially)...
"as you still hold my heart"
I wish there was a place,
that I could say I lost my heart
but I left mine here with you,
before my life could start
if only you were a stranger,
in some great city on my way
then this would be sadder,
but such a beautiful cliche
do you see everything that I am,
or just the things I'm not
and all the things you don't see,
are the things I know you've sought
when I see you my mind flickers,
I can't find the words to say
everything I wish I could,
and the moment I'l replay
I see you all the time,
in my life you've always been
but not the way I want you,
and my will becomes so thin
to take a chance could wreck,
the routine we walk each day
but is the chance worth taking,
will you meet me there halfway
evetually I'll walk that road,
and say exactly what I feel
I just fear that you won't see it,
and know that this is real
but to live this way is something,
we're together yet so apart
for now I'll just accept that,
as you still hold my heart
"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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