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The Wheat Field

Poetry By: Anonymousdreamer
Romance


Love, wait for it. it will find you.


Submitted:Jan 23, 2012    Reads: 106    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


The Wheat Field

By: Anonymous

It takes a long time for a farmer to plant a field of crops. He starts with little seeds, and then waters them. A few months later he comes back and sees that little shots of wheat are pushing up for the sun. It's a long process for wheat to grow. It takes months.

When I was twelve I began a quest to find you. I can't recall the last time I felt complete. All my life I've had all I wanted, a ton of toys, a cool room, a small job, everything! But as the long days go on, I feel emptier and emptier. It's like a box of chocolate; every so often you get a piece and eat it. Over the weeks the box slowly dissolves with piece after piece.

When it's all gone, you feel sad. You happiness is gone; your box is empty, nothing inside, nothing that will last. You want more chocolate. But you can't find any, so you begin a search. Darling for years I've had all I've ever wanted but one thing. Love, it's so hard to get your hands on the kind that lasts. I see my friends with their boyfriends or girlfriends. And they look so happy and well, in love with each other. But they always get new ones every few months. Why is that??

It's not love, its pleasure. There just in a relationship for the chance to be "In Love". I often just want to up to one of my friends and ask her out. But that wouldn't be love, as lonely and empty as I feel I need to wait. That wheat field is huge; I know you're out there somewhere. I dream about you every single day, I don't know what you look like, or where you are. But I can tell you that you're so beautiful. I'm falling in love with you already and I don't even know you.

I look forward to the day when I'll see you in that field. You'll come running to me and I'll pick you up and swing you around. I finally found you at last. You were so worth the wait. I've almost let myself fall into small romances, but every time I come up short. But in the end I'm glad I did, I didn't have any heartbreak, and now I have you. I love so much. Life is like a wheat field. Sometimes it can get damaged, sometimes it can be wonderful. Damaged or not you're mine to hold. I was never in love with someone else, oh wait yes I was. I was in love with you. Why does this field have to be so big!!





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