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I Swear...I swear I heard your voice today...
Whispered on the wind
I swear I felt your arms today...
Caressing my cold skin
I swear I felt your lips today...
Wet against my own
I swear I felt your breath today...
A soft and gentle moan
I know I felt my heart today...
Beating hard and fast
I know I love her more today...
Then ever in the past
I know she loves me more today...
This love will always last...
Long Distance RelationshipLong distance... it's hard.
Seeing each other every six or seven months when you've scraped up enough money to finally make it to each other. Once you do it's only enough for a week.
A week that goes by too fast and you wish would never end.
The ending however, is the hardest part. The pain you feel when you see the person you love the most, walk away. Knowing you won't see them for a long time... so you run to them. Give them a kiss so powerful, and long and dramatic that the best romance movie moment of all would look bland in comparison. You think in your head "No, not yet, just one more day, one more kiss..." You break apart and it seems like just minutes ago they had gotten there. After they leave, you wish you could race out after them and tell not to go and leave you here again... not ever again. They have to, however, and your heart knows that. Even days after the leaving your heart still feels as if it's torn. I don't mean that as a sad poetic line or a unreal state
You're Not A PoetYou’re not a poet because of strung words
Together on row upon row again
Of blank verse or perhaps liberal rhyme.
‘Slam’ all you want, other poets wonder;
Your ignorance of couplets a blunder?
Yes! I speak harshly, but it’s no gross crime,
To point with honesty failed verse of thine.
No real poet discards upper case words;
Lets prose crawl on paper like listless worms.
You seek to free verse of those stern letters,
Sever away bleak capital fetters,
But it doesn’t sing of great speech sublime,
Rather, it sneaks of writing in spare time.
Wait! before you throw me in the icy Rhine;
It’s hard to put verse together in rhyme,
To make our dull words sound great all the time,
Hear them ring out loud, like a clear clock’s chime,
Heralding a poet’s summer prime.
Yet the sacred muses weep at your crime;
Your pentameter mangled thick like slime,
The subject not gilded in raiment fine;
Your bold ink font, crystal waters divine
Tastes bitter to the ton
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Lilyas has dedicated herself to making our community a brighter place with her vibrant artwork and infectious enthusiasm for interacting with others in our community. It has certainly paid off, as many deviants flock to her page on a daily basis to let her know how much of an inspiration she is. We absolutely agree, and couldn't let all that hard work go without recognition, so it's with great pride that we bestow the Deviousness Award for March 2014, to ... Read More