What it This

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    What it This

    What is it that I perceive in you?
    Is what I’m asked
    And I reply with over a million answers
    Now and again while I’m alone I question myself
    What is it that has us feeling farther then we truly are?
    I gaze into your eyes and see a facade of happiness
    I’ve become conscious to your game
    Your most immense smile
    Is as big as your hurt and pain
    You’re the beautiful picture on my favorite puzzle box
    However overflowed with a thousand impenetrable pieces
    I don’t know what sort of pain you’ve encountered
    But I want to assure you that
    Hurting you is not my desired accomplishment
    But I need for you to give me a chance
    To prove myself to you
    To get a hold of whom you really are inside
    So pardon me if I write to you so immensely
    But I can’t help but to be drawn to what I see already
    If you grant me this opportunity
    I’ll attest myself to you as faithful,
    I promise you to never roam
    Then hopefully I’d be crowned 
    With an ending signature of your own

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    mamasan commented on What it This

    11-02-2009

    Your style of writing is refreshing and a style that is very clear and honest and to the point. Gosh, I hope you do become Lady Jerome if it will make your happy........but CaramelHoney-dip....take your time and savor the experiences. Life is like a box of choclates......you never know what you will bit into......so don't promise everything as my nonna would advise me....keep some for yourself and hide it behind your smile.........

    CaramelHoneyDip

    11/07/2009

    Thank you...n I do have a lot hiddend behind this smile of mine...learning through all these life experiences you learn a lot...my mother always told me...to always make sure he loves me more then I love him..but thank you.

    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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