Pop

Its like an explosive bubble,

waiting to pop,

the image of you in my head,

makes my heart stop,

you are so perfect in so many ways,

when you walk & talk,

even when you stop to gaze,

To stare into nothing at all,

the more i look in to your eyes,

the further i fall,

in to this deep abyss that i so warmly welcome,

hoping that ill fall far enough that it will all become,

what ive so longfully dreamed of for so long,

that you'll run,

into my arms where i feel you belong,

 when i look in to your eyes and my breath is stolen away,

it wouldnt matter, like nothing else, becasue your here,

and i dream that forever you will stay.


Comments:
 
penname   penname wrote
on 2/11/2009 4:50:24 PM
i love this. this poem pops with raw talent and crafty skill. each line is a suprise. i still think these deep invigorating works of yours might do well without rhyme. i love stolen breath, and i love the warmly welcome abyss...such a contrast. just great...

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It is only with the heart that one see's rightly; What's essential is invisible to the eye.
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