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Weave With Me

Believe me when I tell you; I love you.
Believe me when I say these words,
A hopeless romantic peaks out of my pores and I keep beading this uncontrollable love.
I keep weaving what I think we have.
What I think comes out of your heart
I think you love me, I think you do.
I feel it like cool spring dew,
Like something you feel when you know something is true.
No, I don’t know, whether its hormones, or chemistry
I just know something ripped us apart in perfect symmetry.
Magic, between you and me
to the highest degree.
You feel it, I know it. I know it’s there, deep in your heart,
Look at it like modern art.
It’s hidden, but it’s the point.
Let it be our universal joint.
Weave with me, weave what we have
And reassured me,
That I’m your heart’s other half.

I wish, I wish I had magical golden string,
around your waist.
Something, something to pull you closer to me
in a really slow pace.
You don’t know how much I would suffer,
how much things would get tougher
if one day you came to me
and
SNIP!
You could cut away the string.
If you one May day you came
And did such thing
If you proclaimed your independence from my heart
And left all the past history we once had.
I keep weaving what I think we have.
What I think comes out of your heart
I think you love me, I think you do.
Come next to me and whisper it too.
I want to know,
What I mean to you.
Am I more than three words and something you would “do”?





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t.jayy said...
May 16, 2010 at 6:05 pm
this is the best poem i ever read
 
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