Wednesday, March 31, 2010

you

You are my soul,
my heart,
my eyes,
my hands.
You feel for me,
for yourself,
for them,
for us.

You define my life,
you make life have a whole different meaning.

You make me realize how lucky I am to have you in my short but meaningful life.
You mean everything to me,
but do I mean everything to you?

You run,
and I chase after you.

You walk,
and I walk alongside you, matching our footsteps.

You speak,
and I watch your beautiful lips move as if they have a life of their own.

You dream,
and I wonder, do you ever dream of me?
Because I dream of you, every single moment of the day.

You are the key to the lock of the doors of opportunities,
And I hold it tight,
Not wanting to lose it,
Ever.
Because if I it,
I'll lose you.

And I don't ever want to lose you.



P/S: Most of my inspiration came from Chasing Brooklyn (written by Lisa Schroeder) and from Tumblr. Some quotes (all? o.o) come from myself :D LOL, okay thanks bye. I'll continue tomorrow :)

5 comments:

  1. Ohhhh...romantic much? XD It's you make life have.

    Sweet sweet poem! Don't get the last stanza(is it stanza?). If he is the key to the lock of the doors, and you hold them (the doors?) tight because you don't want to lose them? Lose the doors and you'll lose the key?

    If I'm reading this correctly, you mixed them up...

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  2. The key is to the lock... the lock to the doors of opportunities lol I'm confusing myself too.

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  3. Then it should be 'it' not 'they' right?
    The open the doors of opportunities part... the guy's a rich guy is it? ;D

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  4. Oh ya... LOL I'll change it now. :P
    The guy's not rich, he's just generous. Haha xD Yeah I know you're EllieGlass

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