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i'v been into poetry ever since i was 15 but last year kinda got out of it and lost all of my works....but i'm now getting back into it and came to realize that since i'm so horrible at keeping my hand written documents i would just start posting them on the internet which is a bit easier to keep track of...oh well, here's my most recent work and more will follow in time:She The Dream
The first time I came to notice she
twas but the day after all hallows eve...
she walked with such grace and ellegence
as if she were composed entirely of silk.
Before I had seen she,
my life was filled with melancholy
after the death of my first and only true friend,
for whom had truelly taught me the meaning of life,
May his soul forever rest in peace.
I will forever remember he.
As she approached me
I lost all of my life worries,
Her pristine clear blue eyes
Which were as beautifull as the carribean seas.
The type of eyes that enabled me to see right in her soul.
And most likely hers into me.
As she and I stood there in wait
on that slighty rainy and crisp morn,
I couldn't help but think how much I do love thee,
such devine beauty.
The longer I stood in ponderous wait...
The longer I fell in love with she.
Dreams are such a magnificent thing
They build confidence,
Raise hopes and expectations.
And encourage life in general..
Yet sometimes end up as an obsesion
Which in the end most always leads to pain and sorrow
And even leading to the end of life.
To this very day I still ponder to myself
As to the chances of ever so much as gaining the acknowledgement
Of such devine beauty as she.
For now though it will be nothing more then a dream.
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