Love Poem: You'll Find Someone Else

Age of six
He loved her so
And everyday
He'd let her know

"I love you Grace"
He'd say each day
She'd just laugh
And run away

Till one day
She turned around
And sat with him
On the playground

"I'm sorry Chris
I don't love you
You'll find someone else
Who loves you too"

Highschool came
They met again
They laughed about
The things back then

They began to date
And fell in love
He got the girl
That he'd dreamed of

But when college came
Everything changed
They were far apart
With lives rearranged

"We'll be fine Grace"
But she had doubt
She turned and said
"It won't work out"

"I'm sorry Chris
I can't love you
You'll find someone else
Who loves you too"

In their twenties
They met again
They laughed about
The things back then

He took her hand
They began to dance
Remembering
Their old romance

Two years later
She became his wife
They'd be together
All of their life

They went on a drive
When it was no longer light
They drove down the roads
Of the starry night

The music came on
She started to sing
He whispered, "Grace
You're my everything"

But then suddenly
In one big flash
Headlights shone
As their car crashed

He saw her laying
Down on the ground
He felt his tears
Start rolling down

"Grace..." he cried
She took his hand
"I have to leave...
Please understand"

"I love you so much
It's always been true
But you'll find someone else
And you'll love again too"

"No," he cried
"It's always been you
I don't want someone else
I only want you"

And there on that street
Is where he cried
Hugging his love
As she slowly died

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Love at first sight

I admit I had some reservations,
About meeting a man on the “net”,
It´s like rooting around in a lucky dip,
Where you don’t have a clue what you’ll get.
For bald – read “ruggedly handsome”,
For a wimp – an “impressive physique”,
And avoiding a macho Adonis,
Means you´ll probably end up with a geek.
I don’t get the whole “widget” language,
Thought a “gig” was a concert at night,
A “cursor” was someone who swore a lot,
And teeth were intended to “byte”.
“Log on” – putting wood on the fire,
“Hard drive” – a long trip round about,
And if you had a three inch floppy,
You´d make sure no one would find out.
“Memory”- gets worse after forty,
I’d manicure my nails with a “file”,
And if you “unzipped tools” in public,
You´d get put in jail for a while.
So along comes “Connecting Singles”,
Oh boy, was I in for a surprise,
By just sending a few virtual flowers,
You’d meet modelesque girls and hot guys,
So I logged on with genuine gusto,
And soon even learned how to IM,
And an evening of flexing your fingers,
Seemed preferable to the gym.
Now my dating days are expended,
I’ve taken to Skyping instead,
For I´ve fallen in love, but not with a geek,
But a computer virgin named Fred.
So goodbye to the “champers and roses”,
The hunks and all of the rabble,
Cos I´m trading the virtual “6 pack”,
For a 6 pack of lager and Scrabble!!

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Love Poem: She Never Even Smiles

She never even smiles,
But her pain she hides.
She stares so blankly,
Only in herself she confides.
She doesn’t let anyone in,
Too afraid to take the risk.
To ever show her bruises,
Or the scars on her wrists.

She’s been abused for too long,
Insanity has taken its toll.
Her mind has nearly cracked,
She is no longer whole.
In her life not once did she find happiness,
Not even for a while.
She lived her life
One painful step at a time,
Always without a smile.
Lying on the sidewalk,
Not a movement…Not a breath.
Just a victim of abuse.
Finally set free through death.
I wish I was strong like I used to be.
But all the hurt and pain
Destroyed me.

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Funny Poem: Honeybee

Did you know your snoring could awaken the dead?
Or perhaps it could be used to saw logs instead?
Unfortunately, a good night’s sleep is no longer mine.
To a lifetime of constant yawning, I have been resigned.
I’ve noticed too, you never seem to close the bathroom door.
Please shut it next time won’t you? Of this I do implore.
What you do in there is stinky, and often quite unpleasant.
I know that we’re supposed to share, but gas is not a present.
Even though you often do things that make me a bit mad,
without you I know I would be terribly, horribly sad.
So please remember that I love you, even when we don’t agree.
Most of the time, we get along. You are my honeybee.

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Love Poem: Cant you see

Can’t you see
The pain in my eyes?
But this is me
And my life.
If you hold me close
You can hear my heart
It cries more than most
From being torn apart.

After every breath I take,
After every fight I witness,
I ask “why must I awake?”
Will I ever conquer forgiveness?
Can you ever truly
Forgive without forgetting?
I am lonely.
My life I am abandoning.
From pain I am running.
Even though these tears are streaming
I will never look back.
All in all,
I have one question to ask.
Would you still catch me if I fall?
Maybe one day you will see.
This is how I live,
And this is me

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Feeling of Insecurity

Its to beautiful to be with someone and to look forward for someone.
We always believe that we have someone we own. And we can dedicate and give anything to that person.
Always ready to give all the happiness which could make the other smile.
But why its being so difficult for us to see the person of ours with another person.
Why we feel so insecure someone talks, hug or flirt with our special one?! I dont know the exact sign for this thing.
I always want the believe of ours to be come true as soon as possible.
Our feels are also so strange which gets sometime so selfish and sometimes so devoted. I dont know why this life tries to show us as variety of ways to experiences life in millions ways.

I just want to understand and get rid of this insecurity feeling and the feeling of loosing our special one.

Please help me my girl to get rid of this. I always want you near and close to my heart.
I wish i could hug you tight.
Miss you so much.

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Always Wating for her call

Waiting for her call is like a day dreaming about being in cloud 9.
We never talked about something Special just do some little silly talk which even sounds like so stupid,

but still the waiting is the like a habit.

I feel her voice like the wisper of the wind in my ears and water in the eyes which stays always in the eyes.

Dont know from where i get so much passions.

I never let her know that, i was waiting for her call eagerly.

dying to listen her voice sweetly, because that might makes her feel week and may make her to loose her control on herself.

I know we both are going through the tough times, but still this is a sweet tough time in her memories.

I hope this will make our relation more strong and more faithful.

I always want to be her strongness not her weakness. And she is always being my strongness....

I love you my dear.

Happy new year to all. And a tight hug to her.

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