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my happy place...is where you are.

Contributed by fake_emptyness on Tuesday, 20th December 2005 @ 08:11:28 PM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry



i built my own world to get away. its allways dark, no matter how close something gets to your eyes. theres no sounds, smells, light, feelings, or textures. but something changed, something so meaningfull. the darkness periced, i can hear your voice, i can smell your skin, but the thing tht got to me was the love, i feel love, and i feel your hand holding mine. my eyes are open, your all i see, i now reenter my cellular body to come to find out, i'm stairing at my phone. tears in my eyes, awaiting your call. awaiting for several hours and no call. i wipe the tears away to only find more. i wipe again sallow hard, pick the phone up and call you. your voice is there to greet me. and suddenly im overwheelmed, we're talking about the weather, but truly i want to say something about seeing eachother more. i miss you i want to spend more with with you. but ilet it slip. about to say our goodbuys because your going out with a couple of friends. i want to say "I Love You." but once again, i chock the words down. what am i waiting for? should i wait for you to say it to me? how long can i not say it? this feeling i have its something i've never felt before. we hang up, and i drop down to the floor, wishing i would have said it. staring at the phone again i leave my body and go back to my darkness but yet your still there. love has finally found me.




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Re: my happy place...is where you are. (User Rating: 1 )
by cashncoe on Tuesday, 20th December 2005 @ 08:12:26 PM AEST
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good write


Re: my happy place...is where you are. (User Rating: 1 )
by Spazzo on Tuesday, 20th December 2005 @ 08:41:33 PM AEST
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This is an awesome poem, it's so sweet.

Take care.

Scott




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