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To Love Someone (II) | Things You Do To Me | One Sweet Lie | Two Strangers



To Love Someone (II)
 

To love you,

to walk on that familiar path,
in hopes to see your footprints~

to watch you bathe
in the light,
from the shadows,
unseen, unheard, unfelt
Unloved by you~

to memorize every curve
of your body, every gesture,
every movement, from a distance

to play the notes of my passion
in the harp conceived from my
restless and wildly roaming thoughts
in my mind about you~

to come home to you,
after a hard days work,
tired but happy to see you at the door,
- of a beautiful home that could
only exist in my head

to give names to little ones,
that could be our own
and feel their unborn presence
all around me~

to spend hours,
planning our life together,
a life that I know, won't be much
without you~

to comfort myself
by saying that you loved me
- if only for a brief moment~

to fight my tears
and the lump in my throat,
and lose the battle,
- to live and fight another day~

to wake up each day,
with that longing in my heart,
to live for that..
and just that.
-hs
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Things you Do To Me

 

                            You can bring me a touch of bliss,
with a kind gesture,
or you can stab my wounds,
with a simple word,

don't you know there
is a rose and thorn with my name on it
in every stem of your actions?

Sometimes you stay away from me,
and only awaken the hunger
I have from missing you,

and sometimes you are in my arms
in a second and I could even close my eyes and tell it's
only you,

Don't you know there is happiness,
and sorrow on either side
of every coin you throw at me?

Last night I wished that
I would be taken from this earth that I lie on,
My arms felt so empty,
and my mind so full,

I just wondered to myself,
how can you have so much,
and yet feel that
you have nothing?


-hs

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One Sweet Lie

The one sweet lie, 
that is music to my ears~ 

the one my ears long  to be whispered with, 
the one that lays to rest for a while, 
all my childish fears~ 



The one sweet lie, 
that is tears to my eyes, 
that my eyes long to cry, 

the one my eyes long to speak  volumes with, 
the one in my dreams, 
that make me fly~ 



The one sweet lie, 
that is heaven to my heart, 
to which my spirits long to journey, 

the one that makes my legs  as light as a feather, 
even when the road I travel 
is an eternity~ 



The one sweet lie, 
that gives me a false hope, 
but for which I will be  eternally grateful to you, 

the one that would  keep this heart beating 
just a little longer than it should~ 



The one sweet lie, 
that will embellish your honesty, 
and inspire a little sin, 

but one that the angels  will miss with a smile 
cause sometimes the voice of truth 
starts where the little lies begin~ 



Will you whisper it into my ear?? 
just once?? 

Will you tell me a little lie, 
that you love me??
-hs
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Two Strangers



Two strangers sitting  opposite each other,
In a bus station,
Each half consciously aware of the other's presence,

Each immersed in his/her own thoughts
And worries,

As they wait for the vehicle that will
Take them to their temporary destination in life,
and thus end the momentary togetherness,
Caused by fate,

Sometimes, one's thoughts stray to the
Other sitting on the opposite bench,
And form an image in the mind,

Hair tied loosely at the back with a dainty ribbon,
Pretty Yellow dress with flowers on it,
And maybe a gold rimmed eye glass,
Reading the fashion section of the newspaper,

Or,

Wide shoulders in a white shirt,
And matching shoes, a Rolex watch on the wrist,
Leafing through the sports section perhaps

Then one would wonder,
What (life would be like,)
If they were together,

Would there be romantic nights
And days filled with laughter??

Or would there be hopeless arguments,
Endless grief or tears??

Would there be sweet whispers
Next to the fireplace, as the rain beat down on the roof??

Or would there be slamming of the bedroom door,
And an eternity on the couch??
These thoughts would just bring a smile
That is beautiful, silly and innocent on their lips,

Then that smile would be broken by a frown
And they will wonder,
Is there such a thing as a soul mate??

Suddenly it would be time for them to part,
As the bus approaches,

And one would get on the bus,
No good-byes, or hugs or a handshake,
But no sorrows or emotions filled with anguish either,
Neither hate or unbridled anger in their gestures,
As they part company,
Neither relief or joy to be rid of a nuisance.

Only half a yearning,
What if?

-hs
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