Close my eyes

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  • Fantasy
    • DeeDee21
    • Had a headache earlier. Maybe its because I needed to write a poem.

    Close my eyes
    I close my eyes to see my vision of a perfect life
    White picket fence and a man to call me his wife
    Love so true, so true it hypnotizes you
    No hate, no worries, slow pace, no hurry
    Life beyone belief
    So perfect, its hard to believe, so unconditional you dont want to leave
    Peaceful darkness around me
    No getting scared, all is great to see
    Stars with amazing sparkle and shine
    No begging for whats rightfully mine
    Knowing whats best and knowing I passed the greastest test
    I close my eyes to see the perfect view
    Somewhere in this world I know your seeing what I see too

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    Lolee commented on Close my eyes

    07-28-2009

    Remember; if he is to perfect, he will be 1.) Boring. 2.) Sought after by other women. 3.) Constantly compared to you by others. ETC. We have warts, because we are only human, yet so complex and interesting. When a man is not the greatest to look at, or listen to, he knows this and is eternally grateful that you looked in his direction. He will try to live up to your kind words of pride for him. A perfect man will ask you why you should be deserving of his attention...and then, love. MY TWO SENSE. I loved this poem DeeDee.
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    Gianna commented on Close my eyes

    11-21-2008

    i feel your words here. i always wonder what would happen if it was easier to get the life you see when you close your eyes though. would we actually indulge in the happiness or be confused that we made it?
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    Punkrocker101 commented on Close my eyes

    11-21-2008

    Thats real nice
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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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