• Confusion


    I'll miss you when I go away,
    but it's something I  must do.
    It's the only way I'll ever know
    if my love for you is true.
    I've never felt like this before.
    This all seems so unreal.
    With you, I learned to just let go.
    With you, I learned to feel.
    Deep inside I know that things
    aren't always what they seem;
    I may see a river flow
    when it's really just a stream.
    Or when stranded in the desert
    people think they see a lake,
    and the way all of my dreams come true,
    but not when I'm awake.
    People see what they want to see
    when they want something so bad.
    You've become my own sweet dream
    because you're something I can't have.
    It's said, "careful what you wish for,
    sometimes they comes true,"
    But if they do, then in the end
    I'll be standing here with you.

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    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

    ria1298’s Poems (28)

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    Title Comments
    The Truth 3
    Reminiscing 1
    In My Head 0
    Another Mans Hell 1
    Which Way 1
    FALL 0
    Love Un-said 2
    Lost In A Dream 0
    Boxed In 0
    Our Story 0
    Awakening 3
    Once In My Life 2
    Memories 2
    Missing You 0
    SHAME 0
    A Precious Wish 0
    DAD 0
    It Was Just A Dream 0
    Happy Birthday 1
    BABIES 0
    Thoughts 1
    Mirage 0
    Faith In You 0
    My Everything 2
    LOST 1