Hopeless Romanticism

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  • LoneShadow
  • is heading out to go see mt Girlfriend. be on later whenever im on. peace ppl.

Hopeless Romanticism

Last night i dreamed a dream. The dream was of lost feelings. in my dream i saw all my friends that had another person to tell they loved or cared about them. someone to hold, someone to say i love you to. i remember  that feeling so distinctivly, but yet i still reframe from seeking out, looking for someone to fill the gap that is in my heart, the repracussion of loves tragic scar.

After i awoke, i remebered how it felt the first time i saw her, and all the times i was i able to see her. to look upon eyes filled with such joy and compassion, and to know i was the one who caused the joy and compassion reflecting from the heart to the eyes i was looking into. i remebered the moments i once had, before my heart was broken,

I yearn to feel needed once more, to have someone to hold, to care for, to just plain love upon, you know what i mean? I just wish i could find the one person, the one that i can Live, laugh,love, and have wonderful times with, to take long walks upon a distant tropical beach with, to hold during cold winter nights while sitting in front of a dancing fire, the things that i believe to matter in relationship, the times and feelings i once had.

im just a hopeless romantic, to impatient, ready to be entangled by loves intricate weave once more. do you know what i speak of? do you know what i mean?

Everyday, wishing, hoping, regretting, and above all feeling the crushing blow of jealousy and guilt when i see others together.

will i ever find you?......i believe so. one day i will, it might not be today,or tomorrow, i might be old and gray when at last we meet, but i say this,

"till that fateful day,this hopeless romantic shall wait."

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Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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