My Constant Summer Love

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I let the chance slip away
Like it was just another ordinary day
I could not find the words to say
To make my hopes go my way

Perhaps I thought our actions should know
The thoughts and feelings our minds stow
That our bodies and hands would just know
Join our hearts and go with the flow

But with just a few days what were we to do
With all these feelings between me and you
For although we know what we have is true
There was no time to talk and woo

Now you have gone once again
All that is left is love to send
Through the skies and let’s hope we can mend
Our hearts that we break at each summers end

In my memories you will always stay
Giving me loving thoughts I save for rainy days
Although this love may never go away
Our lives to others will surely stray

To each other we will always remain
As the ones that got away
But perhaps it was our fate
To show ourselves that true love can exist today
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When you think happiness, I hope you think that little black dress, think of my head on your chest & my old faded blue jeans (L)

My version of Summer Love <3: "Tim McGraw" by Taylor Swift


You said the way my blue eyes shined,
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said "That's a lie"

Just a boy in a Chevy truck,
That had a tendency of gettin' stuck,
On back roads at night
And I was right there beside him all summer long
And then the time we woke up to find that summer gone

But when you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness,
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest,
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me

September saw a month of tears,
And thankin' God that you weren't here,
To see me like that
But in a box beneath my bed
Is a letter that you never read
From three summers back
It's hard not to find it all a little bitter sweet
And lookin' back on all of that, it's nice to believe

When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think my favorite song
The one we danced to all night long
The moon like a spotlight on the lake
When you think happiness,
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest,
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw,
I hope you think of me

And I'm back for the first time since then
I'm standin' on your street,
And there's a letter left on your doorstep,
And the first thing that you'll read

When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think my favorite song
Someday you'll turn your radio on,
I hope it takes you back to that place
When you think happiness,
I hope you think that little black dress
Think of my head on your chest
And my old faded blue jeans
When you think Tim McGraw
I hope you think of me
Oh, think of me,

He said the way my blue eyes shined,
Put those Georgia stars to shame that night
I said "That's a lie"

Writing Kick

Here are some new poems!
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Just a Touch

With just a touch I feel too much
With just a touch it is such a rush
An embrace of sparks and a touch of fire
Burns me up and revs up my desire

Butterflies flying so crazy and wild
With just a gentle touch so mild
I feel my pulse begin to pound
And I feel my world spinning round

So please refrain from such a touch
If you do not wish me to feel so much
But if as well you seek that rush
Then I welcome such a touch
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Old Flame

An old flame that sparks so quick
Catching me by surprise
I feel my heart skip a beat
And old feelings begin to rise

I see your eyes that once were always in mine
And you hands that brushed my face just so
I recognize what we felt back then
And wonder how I let you go

Maybe it is the summer air
So sweet in the night breeze
Perhaps it is the stars that crowd the sky
That make me wish you would never leave

My heart feels so full with a gentle love
My senses feel so aware
Standing close enough to steal a touch
Makes me feel like I belong right there

Right there in a moment
A moment just with us two
Not thinking about being apart
For a moment it is just me and you
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Worth the wait

I do not know what I am to do
For this heart of mine belongs to you

I would love you by the ocean and under falling snow
Loving with an intensity I am not even sure I know

I would tell you tales and sing you songs
Share my dreams and what I long

For what it is I truly long
Is a love between us so strong

A soft love so sweet and true
The one we know belongs to me and you

I’ll keep on waiting for what I know will come
A wait so worth it for the one
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In the heat of the summer sunshine I miss you and nobody needs to know ♪♫

I'm on a writing kick, so stay turned the next few days. You know what writing inspiration comes from, LOVE! This was actually written when I was in college, I was stuck on this essay, which of course I was planning on writing about love, but my outline was crap and I was stuck. Sitting in the sweltering back room of the campgrounds I worked at, doing homework instead of making jewelry.
After giving up on my past summer love coming back once more, I got a phone call in reference to fishing licenses since we were the only place open on the long weekend. Then he breezed through the door and back into my life (like he has a habit of doing) and my essay was practically done in my head before he walked out the door. So here it is, I say it's completely fictional, but of course there is some truth (ok a lot). So cheers to summer love and cowboys <3

August 9th, 2006
A narrative piece (completely fictional) – Summer Love

I met him the summer I was seventeen. It could have been love at first sight it could have been lust. However, as the hot summer days dragged on, our love blossomed into something beautiful. I remember every moment of that summer, from the night we met, the days that followed, and our good-bye. Sitting here now in the hot summer sun, those memories come flooding back to me, like a heat wave of passionate summer nights.
My summer had been terrible so far. My boyfriend of two years, who I gave up a scholarship for, decided he never loved me. To make matter worse he had slept with my best friend. Between loosing the two of them, I had felt so alone. The night of one of my friend’s birthday party, where I knew they both would be I had decided to tough it out and make an appearance. That had to have been the best decision I made all summer. To get to the good part I will breeze through the minor details. The early part of the evening consisted of my ex being punched in the groin (by me), everyone cheering, and then my best friend and me made up. (After all, sisters before misters.) Then there was him, the one thing that made my fabulous summer, the summer of love. He was a blonde haired, brown eyed, bronzed beauty who played football, did motor cross and wrestled. It was so cliché, and I had to have it all. Of course, he thought I was the crazy girl in which he needed to protect his “manly parts” around, but once he knew the reasoning for it and got to know me all that changed. We spent the rest of the night by the fire talking, and the rest of the summer falling in love. He was a country boy and I was a small town girl, and neither of us knew that this was the start of something we would never forget.
From that night on I always found him waiting to pick me up from work, or he was already there when I got home. It was as if we were crazy drug addicts and could not get enough. He attempted to teach me how to fish; I showed him all the good swimming spots and brought him to all the parties. When I think back, I remember a lot of beer, country music, pot and cigarettes. And of course a lot of talking and kissing as well. It sounds ridiculously hickish and tacky, but it was summertime and I loved every minute of it, just like every inch of him. It was like that Strawberry Wine song, “I was caught somewhere between a woman and a child, one restless summer we found love growing wild.” In that one month, we learned so much about each other from our late night talks. It felt like we had known each other for years rather than a few short weeks. He was so tender and gentle with me, always holding me and stroking my hair. It was the most feminine I had ever felt up to that point in my life. But the days were getting cooler and shorter and like all summers do, we too would come to an end.
“My biggest fear was September, when he had to go.” That Strawberry Wine song really does say it all. I too was leaving in the fall, for University, and him back to the states. He always mentioned how I would move away and find a boyfriend, but I don’t think he realized that I would rather remain in our memories than somebody else’s arms, but I was not sure where we stood and if I should tell him that. I remember the day he was going to leave, I woke up and looked at the clock and knew that he had left; I felt a little empty inside. As I rose to get my day started, the phone rang. It was him and he was staying a few days longer, I was overjoyed. Those last nights were the best. I remember swimming in Lake Superior one night and clinging to him in the cold water with only the stars above us. I think I clung to him so tight because I was faced with the idea of letting him go in a couple of days. He held me just as tight that morning as the sun came up, and I knew, even at seventeen, what true love was. During those last night’s we were so much more passionate. He even uttered he loved me in the back of a truck under a meteor shower (once again cliché), and I remember the very last night he was standing behind me and he whispered that he would miss me so much and again that he loved me. The words I was so afraid to utter because of my last heartache, but this was different, he never hurt me, only loved me, and I would miss him dearly. I spent that last night in his embrace, I vaguely remember him leaving, I just remember missing him. “It’s funny how those memories those last.” (Strawberry Wine)
In the days that followed, I had hoped to hear from him, days turned into weeks and then I was gone for school. I did not understand, for all I could think of was the words he has whispered to me before he left. Later I found out he had sold his truck on his return home with all my contact information in the glove compartment, and was unsuccessful retrieving it. So now, I sit here in the summer heat remembering all of this. As the days passed when he was here last year, I began to give up. Then he came. Unexpectedly he just pulled me close and all of a sudden it brings me back to last summer and nothing has changed. He tells me the story about his truck and keeps apologizing for not calling me, but I don’t care, it is summer and he’s here. I figure it is time to make some more memories to last through the cold winter months.

Every new beginning comes from some other beginnings end

To start over you have ended somewhere. But can you ever really have a fresh start? After all you are who you are and old habits die hard. Can you let aspects of your old life in without ruining the success of the new? Which part of the past lives are okay to carry on with you? Then there are the things and people from waayy loong ago. Are good memories enough momentum to go on? When it comes to people, I either remember that they did something really good for me to remember them, or really bad. I sort of skip over all the other things, which when it comes down to it should be the swaying factors. Shouldn't they? Or should I let the big things rule all and take all? After all, they may not be they way I remember them now, I know I'm not. Maybe they are better now, or perhaps worse. Is the end really over when a new beginning starts, or can we not help but to hold on to some things, some people. I'm a very impatient person, but only time will tell.

Defense Mechanism

As romantic and I try to be, or imagine I am I can really be quite cynical. On the outside that is. I'm famous for saying that I don't believe in boyfriends, and that I don't do cuddles or sleepovers. Truth being spooning is much more intimate than forking, and can lead to real feelings. Real feelings leading to heart break which lead eventually to my all time rebound man, Mr. Jack Daniels. Now what that leads to isn't pretty. In all seriousness though I am more of an all talk kinda girl. Words are my weapons of choice and not actions. I say I am optimistic and ready to fall when the chance presents itself, however then I remember the crash that comes after the fall, and second guess my willingness to be spontaneous, my desire to leap. Not knowing for damn sure if someone is going to catch you and even hold on after is kind of scary. Am I that fearless? Is not getting caught so bad? Maybe how I remember things isn't really that terrible after all. Sometimes I even wonder if the good was that great. I guess if I keep holding back I'll never know, and although I would like to make sure I guess you can't really so you should just leap. (There I go all talk again) Either way, I think my heart has a feel more walls around it than I thought, and that perhaps I should wait for something really special to knock them down.
The Hopeless Romantic, xo

"I'm starting to think the only feelings I have anymore are drunk and hungover. You can't hurt those"TFLN

Do you ever notice how easy it is to go after the people that we maybe are not that interested in? Perhaps it is because you know they can't really hurt you. Going after the ones that you really do want however is a bit different, because then you got something on the line, something to loose. And as I said before, nothing worth it is easy, sometimes easy is just, well, easier. And I don't mean easy as a pun, however it's borderline what I'm trying to say.
I don't mind dishing on the ones that were just around, but never really in my mind, however I find my lips zipped when it comes to someone that actually IS on my mind. I am afraid to jinx it, I don't think I can really accept that fact that with everything else going so great, this kind of thing can't be going great as well. It's too good to be true, and although I know things have been not so great for a while, I am not sure if my Karma can handle this much awesomeness at one time, it's bound that something crappy is going to come to balance the scales.
But I am a Sagittarius which mean I am optimistic and outgoing so I really shouldn't let something just pass me by, we only live once and no one gets out alive so really in the long LONG run, you've got nothing to loose. And if I just don't answer when opportunity knocks who knows when it will again, and that would make me more hopeless than romantic.. I don't think I can stand for that.
So until next time,
The Hopeless Romantic xox