The dream of you and me.

[takemyhands]

I missed you.

Although we had never met face to face
Although you were never in my arms
Although I thought I had laid my sorrow to rest
One look at your old email
Pierced my soul with pain and tears
So here I am facing myself
Lines of regret, deep in the middle of the night
Of the distance and time that stood between us
Of the seed of dream condemned to its death with your truthful words
Of my inability to reply back in time

Although I had met other women
Felt the tenderness and respect that I’d felt for you
You were the one special connection that had graced my life
The one email that I looked for each day
And they’ll be cherished ever more.

And now one step at a time
One email, one voice, one face…
I am searching for a new beginning
For someone within arms reach
For someone that will hold me
Like I’d had imagine and felt from your emails.

I am letting go…of what could be…the dream of you and me...sigh…


I had to get this poem and feelings out of my system so I can get a few hours of rest. If anyone find that the grammars or sentences are a bit too awkward, please let me know. Right now, they are just what I need so there's so urge to make any corrections from my point of view.

 

[WickedEve]

I had to get this poem and feelings out of my system so I can get a few hours of rest. If anyone find that the grammars or sentences are a bit too awkward, please let me know. Right now, they are just what I need so there's so urge to make any corrections from my point of view.

Since it's out of your system and was written for that reason, just move on to the next poem.

 

[Angeline]

Since it's out of your system and was written for that reason, just move on to the next poem.

I was gonna ask about the av.

Never mind.

 

[champagne1982]

I was gonna ask about the av.

Never mind.

It's an illustration of one dead squirrel. Maybe her pussy killed it.

 

[Angeline]

It's an illustration of one dead squirrel. Maybe her pussy killed it.

My first thought was that it was one of smithpeter's saxophone-playing squirrels. I like your explanation better lol.

 

[takemyhands]

Um..

Thanks Wicked, that's what I intend to do. However, my poems are far and few since they're instruments to channel my emotions whenever it overflows.

My plea for corrections originated from a habit of trying to perfect my fruit of labor since I'm known for making huge grammar mistakes almost every time I write something.

Your little quote, "Wait, let me get my camera." is just hilarious to me.

Ouch, Champagne...that leave a dark stain on my image of a lovely pussy. I'd rather think that it's in shock by the sight of seeing Wicked playing with herself while she's reading Lit.

 

[DeepAsleep]

Thanks Wicked, that's what I intend to do. However, my poems are far and few since they're instruments to channel my emotions whenever it overflows.

My plea for corrections originated from a habit of trying to perfect my fruit of labor since I'm known for making huge grammar mistakes almost every time I write something.

1. Read more.

2. Write more.

3. Repeat.

ps - 'my fruit of labor' is grammatically incorrect, but awesome nonetheless.

 

[takemyhands]

Hehe....

I'm bad, you're right...it should be "the fruits of my labor"....or something like that. I read a lot but I read them for the plots and don't focus on past and present tenses much. I'm digging a deeper hole for myself it seems...hahaha

 

[sophieloves]

i hope it took a bit of the pressure off your mind, getting what was inside outside.

 

[takemyhands]

Your kitty with the wings is so cuuuute...

It made me say "aw" and put a big smile on my face. I shall pay heed to Byron's poem too whenever I write a poem from now on.

It did for a little, but feelings like hope and optimism replaces it now. I have an opportunity in December to visit the province where she supposedly lives. I don't know if I should try to contact her once I'm there.

 

[foehn2]

well you never know who's gonna read this stuff, huh?