dedicated to you who have once fallen in love with a fictional character. you who have more than once fallen in love with a fictional character. you who loves books and calls dibs on fictional characters for fun and whines when you forgot someone and somebody else took them.
here's to you:
heart pounding
breaking my ribs-shattering them
palms sweating
typical teenage love as they would say
no-it's more than that
something special
expanses of ocean
where we would float
the never-ending circles we'd make
my hand in your hair
red, brown, blonde, black
ever-changing
never need be the same
it's you, it's just you, always you
with seperate personalities
you're the same
always
I read your face
eyes
the illuminating smiles
I take it all in, loving every bit
I feel a tingle in my toes
a ripple in my blood
the flap of soft wings in my stomach
it's uncomfortably comfortable
as my mind
it wanders free
always coming back to you
never anyone else
minutes tick by
seconds to the words
jumbled on the page
spelling out your name
the letters come in waves
hitting against the ragged rocks
washing them, polishing them down
to soft gentle edges
smooth as glass
and ready to shatter
if one foul swell
should come to pass
should dare to touch me
breaking you down
erasing the beautiful existence
taking away a part
a part of me
a part they wrote into my heart
~♥~
It's amazing how, once you start writing poetry, you can't stop. You can't stop it. It's like the first brings on an entire river of words.
I've never written this much poetry. Ever. I think I've written more poems in the last few months than I have my entire life.
please comment. tell me how you like it. It is, after all, dedicated to you.
♥Heather
Friday, January 4, 2008
dedicated to you
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Wow. I love it.
The concept is hilarious, but somehow the poem isn't. It's touching and perfect and beautiful. How you end it is awesome, too. :D
love it. gorgeous imagery.
and i'm totally with you on the sheer amount of poetry i've written. it's ridiculous. i never thought i would be a prolific writer, much less a prolific poet. but alas, i am turning into one
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