accidental adoration.

accidental adoration.

A Poem by Alice Red

a kissable situation

followed by combustion

a called for

clarification.

to the point where i'm smiling

but cant seem

to remember why...

 

like deep down

i knew you'd be mine.

just give it time

(i'll be fine.)

 

tomorrow 

came quicker

then i remember;

and you're blinking

OFF then ON

OFF then ON

here beside me.

now youre: gone.

 

the moral is

"i wish you'd stay."

if only i

could have my way.

then these songs wouldn't be

so god damn sad.

and the unspoken words

wouldn't make me so mad.

 

but here i am

trying not to run

make believing 

i AM having fun.

so why do i feel like we're through?

you're done.

 

and then there's the latter

the part i don't get.

the story book ending

the optional end

the scene where you love me

and its graspable now.

you and i together.

 

someday.

somehow.

 

i know you want this

just as much as i do

i see it every time

you're pretending not to.

 

just know that i love you

and that wont go away

i'll stand here beside you

till you're ready to stay.

 

it may take days

that turn to years.

a few lonely nights

that end in tears.

 

but i know in the long run

someday you'll be mine.

Perfection isn't easy; 

 

these things take time.

© 2011 Alice Red


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Wonderful and I love the emotion! I know what that confusion feels like, hoping, wondering, thinking its over, then thinking its not over, like that blinking off, then on. Why is love so hard???

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