The OneA Poem by anonyMEty.celestewe all want to mean something to this one person, we all want to realize we'd been put on earth for a reason.The
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I want to be the one you break your habits for The one you dream of in your sleep The one you'd hold the door open for The one who'd stop your thousand lone weeps The one who’d catch you when you fall The one you'd tell secrets to, towards her lean The one who'd hold you in a ball The one who'd make you dream I want to be the one you could never breathe
without The one who gave you air The one who'd give you no room to doubt The one who made living, a little easier to bear The one who gave you reason to hang on The one you'd never let go The one who let you know why you were born The one who'd love you, so bold I want to be the one you skip a little higher for The one who'd make you play with fire The one with whom you'd never bore The one who made you dream bigger The one whose hands you'd hold to keep warm The one whose shivers you'd keep away The one whose heart you'd keep racing and calm The one you'd love anyway Because I'm not perfect, and neither was she before
me I whine about my teeth and my eyes over and over But you make them feel right to be I whine about my hair and my legs over and over But you take them, hold them, say it's okay I whine about my face and what I can't be But you love me anyway I want to be the one you'd share your soul with The one who'd make up a part of the whole The one whose lips you'd softly kiss The only pair of eyes you'd know The one who'd hold you as you sleep The one who'd keep your sorrows at bay The one who'd never make you bleed The one who'd love you anyway Because you're not perfect, and neither was he
before you Your crooked smile, your curly hair, The way you'd look when you were mad, They make me want to hate the world, hate you But that I couldn't bear You keep saying you're sorry You keep wishing them away You don't think you're at all lovely But I love you anyway © 2013 anonyMEty.celeste |
StatsAuthoranonyMEty.celesteAboutI'm inconsistent, confusing, far too direct. I see from viewpoints far too many than I can count; I can't tell if it's a gift or a curse. I started writing when I was 13, most of my pieces here I wrot.. more..Writing
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