Hyperbole: Exaggeration for effect.
I am pretty sure I do that sometimes. Just to make things a little more interesting. Note though, this is completely different from lying. It is only putting emphasis on the truth. Like saying he was the most gorgeous guy ever, he might have been to you, but to others not so much. Same with when something is going on in my life, romantic wise. I over analyze, and make a bit of a deal out of not really anything, for the most part because I am bored. As mentioned in my first post I have watched and read too many things of the romantic genre. I am like a walking, talking chick flick. Except for the good things happening part. But yes, I just wanted you to keep that in mind when you are reading. This all did happen, I'm just spicing it up a bit with fancy words for your sake <3 Maybe I should have mentioned this before my 20th post, but oh well, right?
2009 was an interesting year. I'd like to think I've really grown as a person. But I say that every year. The year started off, well horrible. After 4 years of avoiding anything serious I let myself get swept away at the end of 2008. Thinking back I can't think of anything special that allowed that to happen, I'll blame boredom. After trying to keep things slow because of previous heartbreak and letting people get the best of me, somehow I watched the whole thing happen to me again. Do you ever hear of really bad relationship stories and you are like "Wow, that sucks, I feel so bad for that person."? I am that person. I think at the time I was so shocked I sort of just let it happen. After months of trying to figure out how to forget it all (thanks Kayla for putting up with me), and even though I think about it here and there something good happened next.
I really do believe those quick little flings are the best. If nothing goes wrong all you have is that first little stages where everything is amazing. The butterflies and sparks and nervous first little everything's. I would like to think of him as the one who got away. (Don't forget, exaggeration for effect) He was a guitar strumming, poem writing, rock my world kind of experience. Pretty much everything I want in someone else. Laughing with him was better than anything I did with the last one. It was like he was meant to come along when he did to remind me, that yes things can be good. They way he made me feel and the things he did reminded me to write again, as you will see.
At the end of the year came along something like at the beginning of the year. Let's just say he was easier to forget, not even worth writing about. If you don't strike up enough emotion for me to feel like writing, then I must say, you really haven't made an impression. If you have though I may just be loading up my iPod with love songs. So here is to 2009, the last bit of my poems, for now. I might just have to start something up with someone to get writing again!
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Foolish Girl
Foolish girl blinded by love
Believed every word that rolled off his tongue
Saw what she wanted and not what he was
Flailing and falling fast with no just cause
She gave it away to the wrong one again
And she may do it again when her broken heart mends
She will always give it she has and hope they give it back
Tries not to regret what past loves have lacked
Finding lessons in each heart break as she goes on her way
The one who deserves her will realize her worth one day
She will smile and not frown for the one who let her down
She will save her lessons learned for when the right one comes around
But no one will love her more than she herself
She adores that she is the foolish girl blinded by love
(The last line is so true, because then I wouldn't have a blog! And ok, so I didn't learn any lessons, but it would have messed up the rhyming scheme otherwise)
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Sweet Embrace
I could lay here not moving
In the cradle of your arms
And instead of planning a quick escape
I feel a warming calm
I have not quite enjoyed an embrace before
And oh, your tickles down my spine
I wish to mold our bodies closer
As our limbs and fingers are intertwined
Lips brushing against bare skin
And hot breath so feverish
No need to say what it is I desire
You can hear it as my gasp escapes in a soft hiss
I love to breath in your scent
And when it lingers on my skin
I am burning this memory into my mind
So when you are not around this moment I will relive
As I allow myself to enjoy all this
I feel myself begin to fall
Not grabbing for an edge or something to stop me
For such an embrace I will risk it all
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My Muse
I think that perhaps I have found my muse
To put all my ideas back to good use
Ones I believed were long forgotten
But I feel the shell around them soften
I feel the damn as it beings to break
And inspiration begins to trickle through
I had thought these feelings had laid to rest
But they are awakened by my muse
This muse who strums and sings
Reminds me of who I longed to be
That light that I let dim deep inside
Should shine so bright it cannot hide
He reads me words that flow so well
As I remember how I once loved
It had my hand reaching for a pen
And remember how a stream of words were once my friend
I was not only reminded of beautiful words
But of feelings, smiles and laughs
Of warm bodies and amazing kisses
And how long days can pass so fast
A muse that sends a stir down in my soul
Awakening my senses and reminding me to grow
To live every moment and put my ideas to use
And perhaps one day I may be own muse
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Gypsy Woman
Gypsy woman always moving on
If you stop to love her she will be gone
Moving on from place to place
She will carry only memories of your sweet face
She is just the wind blowing through
Caressing your skin like the sun kissing you
Changing like the phases of the moon
Full one night and gone too soon
You can hear the jingle of her beads
In the blowing wind as she takes her leave
Taking her heart with her before it breaks
And with it all her sweet memories she will take
In the moment she will love you with all she has got
Never admitting her heart has been caught
Right here is where she would love to stay
But being a gypsy woman she will be on her way
Don’t forget her palm on your face
Or how you made her heart quicken it’s pace
She will remember this adventure as she journeys on
Remembering your smile when she hears a sweet song
Think of her touch if you feel the dancing wind
Passing by quickly as it gently sings
No matter how far she keeps fond thoughts near
A gypsy woman remembering you so dear
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Unforgettable
There is no sun and yet not quite dark
Undecided like my heart
The sky alight with a topaz glow
Hazy like my mind that I do not seem to know
I feel this hold upon my heart
I see your face and the beating starts
I want to forget his warm embrace
But like a drug my dreams are laced
I tell my head to forget as my heart refuses
A battle that my head always looses
Because I can’t forget his face at dawn
And I cannot ignore the way I long
I long for his lips grazing my shoulder
I crave his eyes and looks that smoulder
Yet I long to forget his near perfect ways
To ignore the smile I had hoped to fill my days
As twilight slips to the dark of nigh
No longer undecided and no need to lie
For even in the dark there is the light of the moon
And I can see I won’t be forgetting him anytime soon
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After proof-reading I am smiling pretty big. I never really thought you could think of someone kindly after caring so much. No one had ever given me a reason to. So thanks to the one who got away. Like I said those ones are the best, I mean maybe if things could have been longer they would not have been such sweet memories. And we would have a couple hate poems on our hands, lol.
I saved one poem for tomorrow, it's a special poem for two special people who I think deserve their own post. So keep reading!
The Hopeless Romantic x0x
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