Here I sit
Beautiful and alone
Sweeter than the sweetest candy
Yet still alone
Alone because you've made me long for something
You knew you couldn't give
You've made me yearn for something
I was sure I did not need
Until you let me taste you
Here I sit
Wanting nothing more than to hold you
To feel your touch
Inside and out
To laugh with you
To make you feel as wanted
As you truly are
Here I sit
Knowing that it is wrong of me
To feel this way
To want you as I do
I am forced to face the reality
That you are just a dream of mine
An illusion of my desires
And like the end of a rainbow
You are unattainable
I am forced to accept
That I can never be yours
No matter how beautiful
No matter how sweet
No matter how alone
I am
For I can only be your temporary solace
As you can only be mine
So, until next time my love
Here I sit...
Here I sit
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Here I sit
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Hey nice to see you back around. I thought this was terrific, and I'm not usually one to go for this type of thing, but here be one of the exceptions!
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- GoddessErika
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Thanks Bags! What exactly do you mean by "this type of thing" though
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I found this piece evocative of people who have a vision of consummate love but for various reasons end up taking momentary sips of fulfillment and trying hard to savor the brief moments as much as they can.
The mistress and the unrequited lover have much in common and in some ways it reveals much about the nature of desire and wanting what we cannot have.
I also recall as a child playing paper doll cut outs with my baby sister The blunt scissors cutting out another page of fashion for the fantasy couple, the bridal party, the outdoors adventuress.
The years often follow a different path than the one charted by a little girls heart. Physicians used to describe the condition as 'melancholy' and I believe many modern people have this 'affliction'.
As a result many seemingly matched couples sit in picture frames of time with growing distances between them. Very touching piece, Erika.
The mistress and the unrequited lover have much in common and in some ways it reveals much about the nature of desire and wanting what we cannot have.
I also recall as a child playing paper doll cut outs with my baby sister The blunt scissors cutting out another page of fashion for the fantasy couple, the bridal party, the outdoors adventuress.
The years often follow a different path than the one charted by a little girls heart. Physicians used to describe the condition as 'melancholy' and I believe many modern people have this 'affliction'.
As a result many seemingly matched couples sit in picture frames of time with growing distances between them. Very touching piece, Erika.
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Usually I don't like anything that doesn't rhyme. I know, I know,.....but I can't help it. It just comes to me naturally. I think I'm originally from a parallel universe where people communicate in rhyme. That would be the easiest explanation anyway.GoddessErika wrote: Thanks Bags! What exactly do you mean by "this type of thing" though
I prefer to keep an open mind,....but not so much that my brains fall out.- Carl Sagan
Your brain is like an umbrella. It only works when it's open- Someone Smart
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Unrequited love. Nice.
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