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Saving the Girl by ~silentremark:iconsilentremark:

Categories Literature > Poetry > Romantic > Other Romance > Open


I wanted to save you,
For you deserve more than you want.
Your perfection is perfect
And your lacking makes you all the more perfect.
You want simplicity,
The small things in life.
A little happiness to hold as your own.
A little something to fill the gaps.
Something small.
I want to give you everything.
To fill your world with class and elegance.
To give you it all and more.
But I will build you a castle and you will sleep in your hut.
I will buy you the carriage of kings and queens,
And you will walk home.
I will do everything and you will smile sweetly,
And thank me,
And ask me to hold you for the moment.
But I will be too busy making more for you.
You just want me.
That’s just too much to ask for right now.
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Submitted: April 6, 2008
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This is a poem I wrote about a girl who continues to be in my life since I was in school. Even though I may not see her for years at a time there is always a connection there when we find each other again.

It is also posted on bleedingheartspoetry [link] which is a great poetry club.
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~dugonline:icondugonline: Apr 6, 2008, 8:13:38 PM
Dear Jason,


You never talk to me of this girl, yet your write about her? Who am I then? Obviously, no one. You are too busy building for this girl. You have yet to write about our love. Jason.

I can't possibly comment anymore on this.

I just can't


The tears make my monitor blurry. My focus is failing.

I will run. Run away. Run to somewhere new, for I will never run into your arms again. No. Not those arms. Sweaty and strong. I know now those sweet glistening beads were never for me. They were the bi-product of a different a love. A love of building.

--
DUG

War is a cowardly escape from the problems of peace.
- Thomas Mann
~xXApricotxRosesXx:iconxXApricotxRosesXx: Apr 7, 2008, 8:47:14 PM
hey, I had a friend who thought this for me for a while. this is such a lovely poem, my eyes burn a little with tears.
~silentremark:iconsilentremark: Apr 12, 2008, 8:39:12 AM
Thanks a lot for the fav and the comment. I'm glad you liked the poem. It's a sad but true fact of life sometimes.
You mention a script on your page. If you don't mind me asking what is it about and what type of help are you looking for?
~xXApricotxRosesXx:iconxXApricotxRosesXx: Apr 12, 2008, 12:48:51 PM
no problem, and i sent you a note about it.
~dee21416:icondee21416: Apr 26, 2008, 10:45:49 AM
I know exactly what you are talking about!! Nicely done!!!

BTW, I am Dug's little sister Sandy. I look forward to more poetry from you, you are very good!!
Mood: Insulted *cr8edbyamy:iconcr8edbyamy: Jun 7, 2009, 2:01:41 PM
The poem is writen beautifuly and with such passion. In the beginning all I could think about was how much you cherished her, but the last paragraph told me your feelings for her are not as intense as I originally believed. Money and material things most certainly do not buy love. Hugs, kisses, and I love you's earn you love.

--
Amy:heart:
""When you come to the end of all the light you know, and it's time to step into the darkness of the unknown, \one of two things shall happen: Either you will be given something solid to stand on or you will be taught to fly.""



:airborne:
~silentremark:iconsilentremark: Jun 8, 2009, 10:11:43 PM
Thank you for the comment and taking the time to read the poem. I loved her and still think about her often. We spent years missing our opportunity to be together until one year when we finally had our chance. I had many great ambitions for both of our lives but she was already content with hers. When it ended a few months later she went back home and I moved on with my life. I should have appreciated her more for who she was and spent less time encouraging her to be something greater. In the end, when I mixed love with perfect intentions I just diluted love. We still talk from time to time and I will always miss her. Thanks again.

--
"...you will only do this as long as you want to." - Al the Bar Tender
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