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Adamly Junior Member
since 2001-04-05
Posts 11Canada |
The Last Snowflake By: Adam Vanderven© 01/08/01 Like the last snowflake falling, On the first day of spring, I hang on fragile but stead fast, Waiting to melt, to wither away So that I may be at peace Instead I walk in the moonlight On an invisible trail to a place I once called heaven...No I still do Our special place where I fell in love Not to the piazza where we first met But to the place under the willow tree Where I felt its tear lay upon my cheek Its one true tear of happiness Knowing that two people came together In one magical moment to share their first kiss Becoming hostages of one another's heart Never wanting to be set free But with the force of an earthquake You tore your heart away Like a Band-Aid been ripped from a wound Opening a hurt I have felt before So long ago yet the blood still runs So these words I must say If only to make it easier to carry on To live on To find another "Why can't we dream on? Pretend?" Our love once so priceless so tranquil. Alas we cannot live on illusions My heart cannot be sustained by my love alone The time we spent together Every moment, every look, every touch All our hopes and dreams for the future I will cherish them all, each and every one And I will treasure all the memories The good and the bad And my treasure will remain here...In my heart Locked away...safe I will have it all, all I've ever wanted And I will not have to worry about the past As long as the good memories remain here...within Never to be alone again As long as my heart beats with memories Of our once shared passions I say these words like this Because to your face, I could not bare I'd only cry, lose my exposure, plea for you to stay And like my heart break, those tears I could not take So like the last snowflake wanting to hold on Waiting to disappear So does my love for you Holding on and on but waiting to fade away. In life things come and go. Live and die. Prosper and fall. But our love and poetry will always carry on. |
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coyote Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077 |
"Like the last snowflake falling, On the first day of spring, I hang on fragile but stead fast, Waiting to melt, to wither away So that I may be at peace" Very beautiful analogy here, Adamly. It expresses the pain perfectly. But give yourself another chance at it, your next 25 years are still waiting. A great poem from the heart. Thanks.  "I hate quotes, they suck!" |
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Tiersdin Member Elite
since 2000-11-17
Posts 2364east coast |
Sad, but very beautiful, enjoyed reading... -Tier |
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