Open Poetry #3 |
The Reality of Dreams |
Sage Spirit Junior Member
since 1999-09-22
Posts 19Derry, NH USA |
Still I fly high with the realization that strikes hard at my heart that pokes at my being each and everyday A dream had risen and come to grips with my reality I know the man of my dreams he calls at late hours and flies me around the country to see him I live on the tips of my toes and bow my head when the thoughts of his kiss enter my mind I awake each day and only hope that his interest in me lasts one more day never wanting the dream to end I can only be me I can only reveal to him the sweet soul that I possess and that I have to offer if he finds that my heart is not what he wants he has no idea what he is missing out on I will derive from this experience a wonderful time and a dream come true But I will not submit my heart for evaluation unil he can prove capable to handle the demands for my love I will not reveal my heart I will keep it tucked inside my shirt, sheltered and safe At times I will want to pull it out and show off its beautiful colors yet, strength is measured in ways as this Hold tight to your heart as your mind consumes him..... Be careful what you wish for it might come true, and when it does hold on tight to your heart and you......its crazy out there. |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas |
True...very true. And I do that you for the advice. Ron has created a unique place here, and so many people interact and bump elbows, rubbing off on each other, DNA molecules golden in the sun drifting towards oblivion. And in the course of social interaction, other interaction may happen...part of the beauty of human nature: life, love, happiness...pass the Jack and Prozac. Alicat the persnikitty |
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Sage Spirit Junior Member
since 1999-09-22
Posts 19Derry, NH USA |
So True Alicat, So true!!! |
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