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Your favourite phrase is always.

Poetry By: fireflystar

This is for a friend who I probably won't be able to talk to properly for a while who I'm already missing.
This poem is meant to just be called always but that title was already on booksie.
Enjoy :)

Submitted:Apr 17, 2012    Reads: 6    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

I'm tired of living in daydreams, because you know, love is what makes you smile when you are tired.
You're not here. Sometimes I get angry at myself and the world for thinking I can rely on anyone.
To tell the truth within five minutes I miss you. Always.
It's ok, just smile, just be happy and I don't mind.
I don't mind listening to songs that make me think of you for no reason at all except for the fact that I'm lonely.
I don't mind if I feel alone,
With no voice to listen to but my own, and distant memories that have turned into such fantasies they are difficult to remember.
You tell me you remember, and think of me.
Think of me happy in the months ahead because when I finally talk to you, that's how I'll be.
Smiling, laughing and relieved.
I still don't know how you make me forget everything.
I'm looking forward to the summer and I haven't even left for the term to come.
By the end, I look forward to going home.
Then you can talk to the girl you know. If I'm lucky we'll talk all night.
I know you do, but don't worry. If you are, I'll be alright.
You'd better not give me a reason to pray for you, but even if you don't I'll do my best.
I'm going to a place wrapped in the devils chains,
When I talk to you you'll bring me back to the lord again.
You'll make me feel as if I've never been away,
Thanks to you I know, peace is knowing that you are ok.
Go and find peace my friend.
Until I can, I'll let the knowledge that I will talk to you comfort and set me free.
If you are sad or lonely in your busy life remember me.
Remember, the only thing that separates you from love is miles.
Sometimes I want to talk for hours on end, but I hardly know what to say,
I'm scared of holding on too tight, in case I push you away.
I told you I'd write you a poem. I'm sorry, I have all the words in the world to choose, and I still pick the ones that mean too much. Or won't mean a thing.
So many words are confusing, how is anyone supposed to know what they mean?
Even if I say they are for you, you could be anyone.
Trust me, you're not.
Imperfection is what makes people perfect,
You know I love you, because I know you're not.
As the weeks pass, I still think of you.
Wonder what you've been doing and where you've been,
What you have and what you haven't seen.
How many smiles have lighted your face.
I'll miss you and you're favourite phrase,
God bless. I love you.
You're in my heart. Always.


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