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Array ( [sid] => 88705 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Perspective [time] => 2005-03-25 14:05:27 [hometext] => This is basically a poem about two friends who want to make it more than just a friendship, however the timing is not right, so it's the feelings that comes with waiting and how you decide to handle yourselves during the time you're waiting. [bodytext] => Who would've guessed
Snow falling
Lights flickering
Would change our existence somehow
So daunting
So familiar
So vulnerable
Yet so desirable
Emotions swept us up
Truth washed us away
Light exposed the unexposed
Disguises were stolen
Leaving only what's real
With all doors unlocked
In whose hands would the keys remain?
Wondering
Anticipating
Tears of joy?
Tears of pain?
For the first time
It was a battle of tears
Both extremes fought
Who would win?
It never mattered
Because we had a choice
To drown in tears of pain
Or to see a beauty
Being washed clean in tears of joy
For the rain will never cease
But our perspective is in our hands
Do we fret over potential flood?
Or do we anticipate the flowers it spurs to grow?
While at first
In that sea we saw us drown
We now see land
Flowers are appearing
A long awaited transformation
While ominous clouds
May always be too close
Fire from heaven is always on the otherside
In the end
It will always burn through the clouds
A friendship once so unsure
Is now engraved in stone
As the truth says
A true friend loves at all times
And is born ofr distress
Always remember
This is real
My friendship
Will never be a mirage to your tired eyes. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 2 [informant] => imaginestars [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => LovePoetry )
Perspective

Contributed by imaginestars on Friday, 25th March 2005 @ 02:05:27 PM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry



Who would've guessed
Snow falling
Lights flickering
Would change our existence somehow
So daunting
So familiar
So vulnerable
Yet so desirable
Emotions swept us up
Truth washed us away
Light exposed the unexposed
Disguises were stolen
Leaving only what's real
With all doors unlocked
In whose hands would the keys remain?
Wondering
Anticipating
Tears of joy?
Tears of pain?
For the first time
It was a battle of tears
Both extremes fought
Who would win?
It never mattered
Because we had a choice
To drown in tears of pain
Or to see a beauty
Being washed clean in tears of joy
For the rain will never cease
But our perspective is in our hands
Do we fret over potential flood?
Or do we anticipate the flowers it spurs to grow?
While at first
In that sea we saw us drown
We now see land
Flowers are appearing
A long awaited transformation
While ominous clouds
May always be too close
Fire from heaven is always on the otherside
In the end
It will always burn through the clouds
A friendship once so unsure
Is now engraved in stone
As the truth says
A true friend loves at all times
And is born ofr distress
Always remember
This is real
My friendship
Will never be a mirage to your tired eyes.




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Re: Perspective (User Rating: 1 )
by allforyou on Friday, 25th March 2005 @ 03:07:25 PM AEST
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amazing...I'm in a similar situation right now

--Kara


Re: Perspective (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Friday, 25th March 2005 @ 04:29:48 PM AEST
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Again this reminds me of myself and my best friend on this planet.
A masterpeice.
more please?
huggs, smiles,
emystar




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