My Dearly BelovedA Poem by Alex FigueroaMy Dearly Beloved Thinking of you wherever you are - Looking up at the stars always wondering We pray for our sorrows to end - Forgetting all past troubles of darkness and go into the light And we hope that our heart will forever blend - Shearing off the fear of doubt and misery I’ll now step forward to realize this wish I had from afar - Tracking this far journey to meet my other half Starting a new journey shouldn’t be very hard - Always moving, never in one spot, keeping my other promise Maybe it already has begun; looking out, there’s an open sky - Soaring through the worlds like an eagle, glaring down at the crossroads of life There are many worlds, but they all whisper that they’ll never say bye - Choosing which path I want to take haunts me, there are just so many They all share the same sky, one sky, and one true destiny - The road to dawn, the road to nightfall, the road to twilight, and road to dusk I walk down a twisting road, unknowing of my fate ahead - Walking down a road I’ve only seen visions of, wandering as if I’m blind As I get closer to a destination in my mind I’ve thought and often dread - Stumbling over my own decisions as a shadow dwells over me, looking up I see this person, lost in their way, rushing to them to give a hand - I reach out now, meeting this person in the middle, sensing so familiar This person so new yet familiar, like meeting for the first time but knowing everything, like two gains of the same sand - I go to my feet lifted by a gust of hope, feeling the heart in sync with mine I hold their hand allowing the warmth to overcome us both staring into your eyes - As our eyes met I felt our hearts meet and become one I now see that we’re always one in the same, never lonely, hearts never filled with lies- When our hearts match together the roads blurred, all feelings disappeared Words finally find their way to my lips, slipping out the phrase, like I’ve always said - The phrase slips out when I finally realized who this mystery person was The phrase comes out angelically from both of us, gently ringing “My Dearly Beloved” It comes out angelically from both of us, gently ringing “My Dearly Beloved” ~Alex Figueroa © 2011 Alex FigueroaFeatured Review
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7 Reviews Added on July 20, 2011 Last Updated on July 20, 2011 AuthorAlex FigueroaWorcester, MAAboutMe ^_^ Name: Alex Joseph "Figgy" Figueroa Birthday: March 19th Age: 19 Born in: Boston Relationship: -- [n/a] #1 sport: Football #1 place: Greenhill Park #1 inspiration: My former wife I'm lo.. more..Writing
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