Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Oh what can it mean? To a Daydream Believer & a Homecoming Queen
As mentioned in a previous blog love is in the air, being spring in all. New things blooming and coming to life I think this has left me craving for new beginnings. For the first time in a long time despite most of March I feel like my good Karma is kicking in! Thank you, I've been expecting you! Life feels wonderful. So great, the only things that perhaps could make it better is love.
It's strange isn't it? Sometimes when the chance is yours the risk doesn't really seem worth while. But when you feel: alright, I could be with someone as this point, someone is nowhere to be found. Since love is in the air, and I have not found anyone to share some loving with I have daydreamed a little. With everything going so well I have been longing to write, dying to rhyme. So I imagined some poems up. Not about anyone special, just taken little things and exaggerated! Remember: *hyperbole: exaggeration for effect. So here are my exaggerated feelings on someone I have not met.
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Silly Hair
I am not sure I like him
But I love the way he moves
I don’t really care for him
But I dig the things I see him do
I dig his eyes and his silly hair
But like I said I don’t really care
I dig this boy, perhaps it’s a small crush
But to admit such a thing would be too much of a rush
My mind wanders to the one I don’t like
Such a distraction I try to fight
Because of course I do not care
About the boy with the silly hair
When arms and embraces feel like bars
Going beyond not caring is going too far
Even simple thoughts of him can drive me wild
And the simple sight of him can make me smile
So perhaps I am not sure if I like him or not
Not sure that I do not care
Not even sure I really want to know
How I feel about the boy with the silly hair
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The One Back Then
Oh the one that got away
Yet in my heart he seems to stay
How I miss the one I loved back then
My mind travels back time and time again
I may sometimes forget his face
But my heart remembers the beat
My skin can tell you about his touch
And blood can tell you about the heat
I hate that maybe he loves her now
I am sure I could be better somehow
Make him smile, make him sing
I send my song with the wind
I see the stars in the velvet sky
They twinkle bright like the gleam once in his eyes
Although I miss the one back then
I’ll just keep him in my heart and remember when
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Until I meet someone or dream up something better,
The Hopeless Romantic
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