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This was never what we planned...

To be lost in a sea of dancing emotions,
unable to catch our breath.
Losing me, losing you, and all that we have left.
If fairytales were real, you said, perhaps we'd make our own.
Into your deep brown eyes, I fell, to find my home, sweet home.
But is this love, genuine love or lust that grows each day?
For now, we'll hold each other close until we find our way,
If fairytales are real, you say, perhaps we'll make our own.
Into your deep brown eyes, I fall, and there...
my home, sweet home.




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tweetiebruceThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Nov. 27, 2011 at 12:28 am:
beautifully done, i am a big fan of yours. I especially love the 'To be lost in a sea of dancing emotions unable to catch our breath'. that was done really beautifully :)
 
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xXvannieXx said...
Apr. 22, 2011 at 8:16 am:
I love this poem and all of your other poems as well. You are an AMAZING writer!
 
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Sapphire said...
Sept. 13, 2010 at 9:40 pm:

This poem captures the need to discover true love that lies  deep in every young person's heart. It is touching.

However, I would reconsider the phrase 'home sweet home'. It is over used and cheapens your lovely poem!

Great job :)

 
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nutmeg212 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Mar. 21, 2010 at 10:45 am:
wow... no other word other than wow...
 
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@ngel said...
Feb. 27, 2010 at 5:16 am:
amazing...simply amazing! :)
 
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ElizabethW. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Aug. 8, 2009 at 1:30 am:
I love it, but I think one of the things that sets it apart from the stereotype of love poems is the passing thought that it might just be lust. You don't portray love as this perfect, ooey-gooey feeling with an always happy ending, but rather just describe the sometimes and sometimes not so temporary comfort.
 
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