A poem yet unfinished for it continues

This is a poem I have written last year when I am most in love and missing someone I couldn't even touch and see, yet I am deeply, irrevocably, and unconditionally in love with that I feel pain and loneliness without him in my dreams.

Written on: November 3, 2008

 

I've been missing you like I was dead

I never felt anything untrue

With who you are, you did existed

Believing you, please believe me too

 

Been eight years since heavens greeted us

They say we're partners eternally

You've been my brother, my friend, my love

My protector, soulmate endlessly

 

What you are, still unpredictable

We've been in contact spiritually

Hugs and kissess, barely touchable

Yet you're existence I'll not bury

 

Nevertheless, are you mad at me?

Hard pleading something you do for me

Hard to stay awake though you can't stay

To show up even a glimpse with me

 

Memories are still fresh like flowers

My eyes swell involuntarily

Just then my cheeks felt teardrops shower

Tell me reasons on the contrary

 

I can't buy you, nor will if I'm rich

Neither can't I say what you should be

Well I'm worried, you're hard to reach

Real world's the problem, do you agree?

 

Author's notes: This poem, as it should was cut, by means of my experience, he's still not with me. And thus, this story will never end just yet, until we meet again and face together the love we fight for an endless time. He was God's gift to me when I was nine...and now, I'm getting nine years older, he's fading slowly away in my dreams, and I don't know why. I still believe in him, no matter what, I know we'll find each other at the right time.

Author's Note

I don't care what people think. Once I heard some girls talking about their friend who told them about a guy she dreams about and she said they were married and had children in dreams, and these girls thinks she's being ridiculous. What if it's true?

Reviews

[praying for help]

i will wager a hefty amount that he's there for you...feeling the same...longing for you in exactly the same way...just waiting for you to run into his arms.

the real world may indeed be the problem, but i seriously doubt that he is angry...who could be angry when they share the same realistic dreams, i ask you?

perhaps he just does not now how to go about reassuring you?

maybe he is still searching for a way to provide the hand-holding you need, but, after such a long time without your presence, he no longer even knows where to find your hand?

[J]

I think this was a great poem.� I hope you meet that guy.