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Indescribable Lover
If I could write a poem
for every time I fell in love with you,
well, my dear, I'd be unable to
fill my room or more,
for I am unable to stop.
But this is where my problem
comes in, you see.
For I am unable to create the perfect
piece, the one that tells the truth.
All are a lie.
No words could truly describe
the amount of love my heart holds;
They all fall shamèdly short.
I feel like a thief,
stealing words that are not right
to describe a love too great.
I could describe your eyes as
a resting place, a healing place, for
my wounded and weak soul.
But, alas! This would not do well!
It would not so fit!
I could describe your smile as
what makes my day its absolute best.
But this would only cause
mockery to the curvature of your lips,
and so woe to me.
What do I do?
How do I handle such an issue?
Do I remain silent,
and let that speak for me,
or do I make do with what I have?
Such is the great anguish
of a poet like myself!
We are made to tell, to describe:
but, with you, I cannot!
Why must you be so extraordinary,
so absolutely incomparable to anything or thought, past or present?
Why must you amaze me and
astound me, captivate me
as only you can?
I will continue to write
until I've found a fit.
It's a mission probably fruitless,
but there must be one
word that describes you well enough!
And I, an explorer, will find it.
If I could write a poem
for every time I fell in love with you,
well, my dear, I'd be unable to
fill my room or more,
for I am unable to stop.
But this is where my problem
comes in, you see.
For I am unable to create the perfect
piece, the one that tells the truth.
All are a lie.
No words could truly describe
the amount of love my heart holds;
They all fall shamèdly short.
I feel like a thief,
stealing words that are not right
to describe a love too great.
I could describe your eyes as
a resting place, a healing place, for
my wounded and weak soul.
But, alas! This would not do well!
It would not so fit!
I could describe your smile as
what makes my day its absolute best.
But this would only cause
mockery to the curvature of your lips,
and so woe to me.
What do I do?
How do I handle such an issue?
Do I remain silent,
and let that speak for me,
or do I make do with what I have?
Such is the great anguish
of a poet like myself!
We are made to tell, to describe:
but, with you, I cannot!
Why must you be so extraordinary,
so absolutely incomparable to anything or thought, past or present?
Why must you amaze me and
astound me, captivate me
as only you can?
I will continue to write
until I've found a fit.
It's a mission probably fruitless,
but there must be one
word that describes you well enough!
And I, an explorer, will find it.
Literature
That One Best Friend
She makes fun of me sometimes,
with a cheeky smile on her face.
She flips her hair and acts haughty,
because she knows I'm better when I follow her pace.
She won't leave me alone with my demons,
she knows they eat me alive.
So she does her best to patch me up
always--with her beautiful emerald eyes.
Literature
You Are
I am the moon,
And you are the sun,
I pale in comparison to you.
I am a student,
And you are a professor.
I cant keep up with you.
I am a snowflake,
And you are a blizzard,
I will never be like you.
I am a tree,
And you are a fire,
You can destroy me easily.
I am a star,
And you are the universe.
You are simply my everything.
Literature
Mind if I say 'Hi'?
I've gone to war a thousand times,
Because I've never really known who I can trust.
Every time I think I've found a savior,
they seem to let me self-destruct...
But even after all that's dark,
I won't say that I'll find 'it' nevermore
because the hope I have for my tomorrow,
is a picture of you, framed by an open door.
And hell, it's about damn time I said 'hello' darlin'...
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