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Wishing to see you in my arms,
Looking for you up in the stars,
Wanting to hold you close to me,
But melting into misery,
When finding those dreams cannot come true,
That I will never be close to you,
When realizing these facts are relevant,
Thinking I've lost you, who's heaven sent,
These are the things that I've come to hate,
Wish we could reconciliate.
10/25/2007
DimondDaydreamer
Wishing to see you in my arms,
Looking for you up in the stars,
Wanting to hold you close to me,
But melting into misery,
When finding those dreams cannot come true,
That I will never be close to you,
When realizing these facts are relevant,
Thinking I've lost you, who's heaven sent,
These are the things that I've come to hate,
Wish we could reconciliate.
10/25/2007
DimondDaydreamer
Somewhere- a poem
Wishing for some happiness,
A place filled with quietness,
Somewhere to call a home.
Wanting comfort deep inside,
Wanting a safe place to hide,
Somewhere where I belong.
Waiting for a peaceful sleep,
Or a contentment to keep,
Somewhere to call my own.
Although, I haven't found it yet,
Not sure if these I'll ever get,
Somewhere I'll be all alone.
4/7/2008
Dimond Daydreamer
Why?- a poem
Why?- a poem
Wishing.
Waiting.
Wanting.
Why?
Why,
Must all,
Thats living,
die?
I wish,
That I'd,
Tears left,
To cry.
For,
I miss,
You so.
6/14/2007
DimondDaydreamer
Missing you- a poem
Missing you- a poem
Dedicated to my Grandmother who died September 3, 2005.
Wishing.
Waiting.
Wanting.
When?
When,
Will you,
Be here,
Again?
In,
My Arms,
I wish,
You'd be.
Here from,
Your grave,
Right here...
With me.
I miss..
you so,
I wish,
You know,
I wish,
I'd never,
Let,
You go.
But in,
My heart,
You'll forever be,
With me,
To keep,
Me company.
I miss,
The times,
I'd hold,
You close,
And kiss,
Your cheek,
And let,
You know,
I'd always,
LOVE YOU...
FOREVER.
You know,
I never,
Wanted,
You,
To go,
But hear,
Me now,
Just one,
Thing More...
GOODBYE....
I LOVE YOU...
FOREVERMORE!
12/14/200
The Shot- a poem
The Shot- a poem
The shot, the swoosh,
the cheer of the crowd,
the roots from cheerleaders,
and the buzzer so loud.
Things like, "make it or break it,"
run through your head.
when it comes to the final seconds,
and if you miss it your dead.
The coach yelling instructions,
but almost too late,
you shoot for the basket,
with the arm that you hate.
The buzzer goes off,
but the ball's in the air,
if it goes in, you win,
if not, lets not go there.
The ball balances there,
on the rim for a while,
the suspense building,
but all ready to smile.
Just when you think,
"the tension's too great!"
with the game going so good,
and s
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Before I get a million comments telling me that I have made a spelling error in my poem, I want to have you note that I have a policy that I will never edit or fix my poems after they are written. This is a policy of mine so please bear with me on that. I will post them anyway, just know i am probably aware of the error.