Description: A love that is growing away from me from something that recently happened and I am devestated
White Picket Fences -------------------------------------------
And it seems that no tears
In the form of words from my
Quivering and shocked lips
Can make you and yours feel
The amount of love I have
Inside of me for you.
And it seems that no amount of
Lyrical words or heartfelt motions
Can make you feel the way you have
In the so long distance past
That is captured in photos
That I hold dear in my mind.
And I feel sometimes that a
Complete stranger could hand you
My beating heart,almost out of life,
And you might toss it aside
As if I am as nothing
As the air you breathe.
And I am not sure if you will love
Me tomorrow or if you even or
Ever did and that maybe
I have this pipe dream of
White picket fences dancing through my
Mind as the Plum Fairies from childhood.
And I still feel that I am silly for
Even thinking these things and also
That I am retarded for not and all I
Really want is to have you by my side
With the warmth of your soul
And the beating of us inside of you
This is wonderful. I love the imagery, and the idea it gives you. You can feel the passion in this poem as though it were saturating the computer screen and very much like chloroform. It seeps into your soul.
I'll be keping up with you - of this you may be assured.
Beautifully writen. I like the way you convey your emotion throught this. I can touch base with you on this, getting married and divorced in 2004. This has no flow, in some places it runs together completely, but at the same time it still says what your tying to say. I like the reference to "pipe dream of white picket fences" It makes me thing of the american dream of the little house, 2.3 kids a dog, an suve, and a lil white picket fence. Which some of us do long for.
This is really beautiful. There's so much emotion inside your words, but at the same time, it's sort of muted, as though you're trying not to let it show. As if you're reciting this to someone and trying to keep your voice from breaking. I think that's amazing that you could have such a quality to the writing itself.
I know that a lot of people can probably relate to this poem. I can't say that I can persoonally, but if I could, I would be saying the same thing, and taking the blame for what happened.