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How My Day Turns To Him

Contributed by Kie-Kie on Wednesday, 30th June 2004 @ 01:10:08 PM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry



The birds were singing melodies
From nests high up in moss filled trees
Songs to ring in the dawning day
Telling children to wake up and play

So I rose out of my warm, toasty bed
Wish I would just drop dead
Not because my life was bad
Or because it was incredably sad
Just becuase I was awake
I'd just opened my eyes for heavens sake

I wandered downstairs to make my tea
Hoping no one followed me
For I'll admit I am no saint
In the morning I make complaints
Though I mean not a word I say
My words may cause much dismay

I finished my tea, drank it all up
Walked to the sink, and rinsed my cup
Then up the stairs I quickly flew
Put on my clothes of navy blue
Brushed and tied backl my chestnut hair
To put on make-up I didn't dare

I fluffed my pillows and made my bed
Then took some medicine for my head
Though the pain was little I knew not to wait
When the migraine hit it would be too late

I soon was feeling more and more joy
I kissed the picture of my boy
Heading back downstairs I noticed this thing
The one thing I was missing
The smiles he'd make
The breath that he'd take
The words that he'd say
All throughout his long day
The thought made a tear come to my eye
But I, being stubborn, refused to cry

I turned my mind to the daily chore
Of walking out my own front door
A cloud in my mind then grew dim
Full of thoughts I had of him

Not thoughts of hate or worry
Nor thoughts to make your skin scurry
But instead thoughts of longing
Of trust, security, and belonging
MAking me wish ever more
That when I opened my front door
I'd see his face as I try to walk out
While he's just standing and waiting about

But as I stood with my door ajar
I saw nothing but my neighbor's car
Although I knew it would be so
I hated to watch my dream go
And I won't lie to you, you see
I'm easily taken by fantasy

So I heaved a heavy sigh
ANd after several cars went by
I made my way down the street
To where the bus and I would meet

The sunlight that played upon my face
Reminded me of his warm embrace
And in the wind I heard his voice
Leaving me with no choice
My mind filled with thoughts of him
Every last little whim
My heart pounded in my cheast
Breathlessness a newfound guest

And as I slipped from reality
I seemed to defy gravity
From my back there sprouted wings
While I lost all track of things

But I was slowly brought down to earth
By friends of insurmountable worth
They told me to keep my mind on what's ahead
My dreams to be left inside my head
Told me that someday soon
But, sadly, not tomorrow at noon
All my dreams and hopes will be
Forever a part of me
And will all become too true
Because my boy loves me too

Although he told me every night
I guess I never had the sight
To see that he meant every word
I know that it sounds absurd

And I don't know what he sees in me
But I'd rather it be him than anybody
Because although we may be miles apart
I love him with all my heart




Copyright © Kie-Kie ... [ 2004-06-30 13:10:08]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: How My Day Turns To Him (User Rating: 1 )
by liquidsunshine on Wednesday, 30th June 2004 @ 01:21:00 PM AEST
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I know how you feel. My b/f --also my first love--just got back from a trip...we hadn't seen each other for a week and, boy was he a site for sore eyes!
Loved the poem. Keep up the good work.
Lots of love and peace be with you,

Chelsea


Re: How My Day Turns To Him (User Rating: 1 )
by pixie on Wednesday, 30th June 2004 @ 01:25:41 PM AEST
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awwww this is very sweet, I know how you feel also

great poem,
pixie xx




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