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[sid] => 92979
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Him
[time] => 2005-05-01 20:52:59
[hometext] => This is a long poem. almost 4 pages. but i wrote about someone i know. tell me what you think i should do about 'him'
[bodytext] => He smiles at me I have to return the smile I barely know him But it feels like we’ve known each other awhile I feel my heart tugging for him No matter how much I fight I know I’m starting to like him I know that it’s not right But I can’t fight his power He has control over me Has me falling for him Without trying, he has me I don’t know how I don’t know why But he has won my heart No matter how hard I try To get away from him I always get pulled back I can’t escape him ever Not even while I practice track Trying to dodge him Makes me see him more I can’t fight it, It’s like fighting in a war, Hiding from the enemy Calls them to come closer They cross the lines And creep only closer But how dare I? Compare him to an enemy? He is but a friend Who I want to understand me He is that someone That I could trust Someone who could provide support Someone who would help when I rust I want to lean on him Yet, lean the other way I want to trust him But I want to run away No words can be spoken Yet, hundreds at the same time He keeps at a nice distance Knows when I’m upset, every time When I don’t want to talk He doesn’t make me Yet, he doesn’t take a walk He just stands near by Waiting to see what I’ll do He is too nice, too kind He must not be true He respects me too much I want to believe But it’s too hard for me I must leave Before I get hurt anymore I try to run But I get pulled in more and more He has too much power How does he win me so? He hurts me without wanting to Is he friend or foe? My heart is trapped It has been stolen But don’t call him a thief, Yes, my heart he has token, But only unintentionally He means no harm Yet, it is harm he causes But I can’t hide from his charm He doesn’t try to hurt me Just tries to be a friend Our conversations could carry on forever With no end When we say goodbye, I hate walking away I don’t want to leave him I just want to stay My heart wants him My brain says not to But even it is starting to like him Even though he may not be true He’s truer than others I have liked Others try to get me to talk When I’m upset, he just waits If I want to talk, He knows I will It’s easy to fight someone Who bugs you, And easy to talk to one Who just waits patiently He understands me Unlike others, Who bother me He waits by my side Lets me understand he’s there Stays at a respectable distance His distance is quite fair To us both, Not too close Yet, not too far He is too kind Means no mar Trusting him is too easy I usually trust so few People, and it’s hard to trust others That aren’t them or are new But, then I met him He seems like someone to trust We carry a friendship Which isn’t dust We don’t talk much and often But we aren’t in uncomfortable silence We are friends that respect each other We share absolutely no violence He understands me Like no other Others bug me when I’m upset He waits for me to talk, isn’t a bother He makes my heart beat faster I live because of him I felt like I could kill myself Then I thought of him What would he think of suicide? Would he think less of me? He’d probably think I was messed up I doubt he would respect me He’s helped me feel better With no words spoken from him He knew I didn’t want to talk But waited incase I needed him He made me feel better Through his respect He could have bugged me But he chose to give me respect I’m glad he did Because that only made things ok I know I like him Even though I don’t think it’s ok I want to not depend on him But he’s too nice and has too much power And winning over my heart He has become a tower Leaning over me Daring me to try I love challenges But these can make people want to die I know he doesn’t want that But he seems to be calling Even though he is silent He still manages to catch me when I’m falling Oh, dear friend Talk to me more Fix my confusion Ask me more Let me know you are there Talk to me tomorrow And the day that follows Even in the early morrow Help me fix myself Supply a shoulder for me You are what I need Help me from me Protect me from myself Oh, dear God, tell him, I’m too weak myself Tell him I need him For that I cannot do Let us both know, God If it’s meant to be true [comments] => 1 [counter] => 149 [topic] => 21 [informant] => sprinter27 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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