Powerful message, the bordering focuses and harnesses this assertiveness. The last part of the poem is so much an order, but is more demanding than that of a request. Urging the reader forth, but is it not true that it is through fear that we find courage.
Maybe only I would appreciate this. Is that sad, that I would be your only fan of this one? I'm sorry sweetie. It's about so much more. It's about not having anything to believe. Being afraid of things we don't know or understand. You and I talk about things like this all the time. You know how affraid I am of dying. How much I wish I knew there were a god. So many things I just dont understand or are sure of. You always reassure me that the one thing I can count on is that you will always be here for me. It's like I feel innocent, yet doomed to hell. I fear there is no god, yet I'll die and be proved wrong. I guess I'll be sorry then huh? Why can't things make more sense to me. Why do I worry about things so much. I know, I know, I want to live life to it's fullest and do what my goal in life is. I do believe that I'm here for a reason. Even though, I'm not sure sure about god. I guess that would make me seem like a christian. I need and have to feel that there is some great purpose for me. Otherwise I will sit and rot. Even if my only purpose is to be with you. I make you happy...then my goal is complete. This poem means a lot me, anyway. I know that no matter how much life scares me, I will always have you. When everything around me falls apart ...dies. You will be by my side. I have faith in that. I have to have. Nothing else would seem worth anything. Actually this poem almost makes me want to cry. Because you know how important things like this are to me. Although the picture makes me feel like I am dying. Kind of flying into the sky. I guess if I were to die that would be a peacful way.
There are so many times you reassure me and m d at peace. So many times that you don't know of. It's offten that in the middle of the night I will run my hand across the bed to make sure you are there. Sometimes, my hand finds your chest and I am then restfull again, not only that you are there...but breathing. I can NOT loose you, you know that. And only you would truly understand these things about me. I'm too scared to live...too scared to die. What do you do? Saying is so scary, no one really knows what happens in those final moments. Thoughts, images... I think about it way to much. Why are we here only to die anyway. And why can't I get over this. eh... Our time here together is short Keith and that scares the hell out of me. I don't want any of this to end. Truth is I'm too happy. And now I'm sitting in a puddle of tears, I should stop here. I love you Keith. I know you didn't write this poem for me, but It will mean the most to me! I love you for always!
Maybe only I would appreciate this. Is that sad, that I would be your only fan of this one? I'm sorry sweetie. It's about so much more. It's about not having anything to believe. Being afraid of things we don't know or understand. You and I talk about things like this all the time. You know how affraid I am of dying. How much I wish I knew there were a god. So many things I just dont understand or are sure of. You always reassure me that the one thing I can count on is that you will always be here for me. It's like I feel innocent, yet doomed to hell. I fear there is no god, yet I'll die and be proved wrong. I guess I'll be sorry then huh? Why can't things make more sense to me. Why do I worry about things so much. I know, I know, I want to live life to it's fullest and do what my goal in life is. I do believe that I'm here for a reason. Even though, I'm not sure sure about god. I guess that would make me seem like a christian. I need and have to feel that there is some great purpose for me. Otherwise I will sit and rot. Even if my only purpose is to be with you. I make you happy...then my goal is complete. This poem means a lot me, anyway. I know that no matter how much life scares me, I will always have you. When everything around me falls apart ...dies. You will be by my side. I have faith in that. I have to have. Nothing else would seem worth anything. Actually this poem almost makes me want to cry. Because you know how important things like this are to me. Although the picture makes me feel like I am dying. Kind of flying into the sky. I guess if I were to die that would be a peacful way.
There are so many times you reassure me and m d at peace. So many times that you don't know of. It's offten that in the middle of the night I will run my hand across the bed to make sure you are there. Sometimes, my hand finds your chest and I am then restfull again, not only that you are there...but breathing. I can NOT loose you, you know that. And only you would truly understand these things about me. I'm too scared to live...too scared to die. What do you do? Dying is so scary, no one really knows what happens in those final moments. Thoughts, images... I think about it way to much. Why are we here only to die anyway. And why can't I get over this. eh... Our time here together is short Keith and that scares the hell out of me. I don't want any of this to end. Truth is I'm too happy. And now I'm sitting in a puddle of tears, I should stop here. I love you Keith.
Maybe only I would appreciate this. Is that sad, that I would be your only fan of this one? I'm sorry sweetie. It's about so much more. It's about not having anything to believe. Being afraid of things we don't know or understand. You and I talk about things like this all the time. You know how affraid I am of dying. How much I wish I knew there were a god. So many things I just dont understand or are sure of. You always reassure me that the one thing I can count on is that you will always be here for me. It's like I feel innocent, yet doomed to hell. I fear there is no god, yet I'll die and be proved wrong. I guess I'll be sorry then huh? Why can't things make more sense to me. Why do I worry about things so much. I know, I know, I want to live life to it's fullest and do what my goal in life is. I do believe that I'm here for a reason. Even though, I'm not sure sure about god. I guess that would make me seem like a christian. I need and have to feel that there is some great purpose for me. Otherwise I will sit and rot. Even if my only purpose is to be with you. I make you happy...then my goal is complete. This poem means a lot me, anyway. I know that no matter how much life scares me, I will always have you. When everything around me falls apart ...dies. You will be by my side. I have faith in that. I have to have. Nothing else would seem worth anything. Actually this poem almost makes me want to cry. Because you know how important things like this are to me. Although the picture makes me feel like I am dying. Kind of flying into the sky. I guess if I were to die that would be a peacful way.
There are so many times you reassure me and m d at peace. So many times that you don't know of. It's offten that in the middle of the night I will run my hand across the bed to make sure you are there. Sometimes, my hand finds your chest and I am then restfull again, not only that you are there...but breathing. I can NOT loose you, you know that. And only you would truly understand these things about me. I'm too scared to live...too scared to die. What do you do? Dying is so scary, no one really knows what happens in those final moments. Thoughts, images... I think about it way to much. Why are we here only to die anyway. And why can't I get over this. eh... Our time here together is short Keith and that scares the hell out of me. I don't want any of this to end. Truth is I'm too happy. And now I'm sitting in a puddle of tears, I should stop here. I love you Keith.
Comments
soul warrior Says:
i like it is very good
spiegelscherben Says:
Wow. I love the poem... and I love the sky, it fits it so well. You and I must have very similar minds indeed ^^
Aciendar Says:
Powerful message, the bordering focuses and harnesses this assertiveness. The last part of the poem is so much an order, but is more demanding than that of a request. Urging the reader forth, but is it not true that it is through fear that we find courage.
rajginkisaragi Says:
I feel the same way when my father is around. I know that sounds funny, but I love my dad!
virginheart Says:
Maybe only I would appreciate this. Is that sad, that I would be your only fan of this one? I'm sorry sweetie. It's about so much more. It's about not having anything to believe. Being afraid of things we don't know or understand. You and I talk about things like this all the time. You know how affraid I am of dying. How much I wish I knew there were a god. So many things I just dont understand or are sure of. You always reassure me that the one thing I can count on is that you will always be here for me. It's like I feel innocent, yet doomed to hell. I fear there is no god, yet I'll die and be proved wrong. I guess I'll be sorry then huh? Why can't things make more sense to me. Why do I worry about things so much. I know, I know, I want to live life to it's fullest and do what my goal in life is. I do believe that I'm here for a reason. Even though, I'm not sure sure about god. I guess that would make me seem like a christian. I need and have to feel that there is some great purpose for me. Otherwise I will sit and rot. Even if my only purpose is to be with you. I make you happy...then my goal is complete. This poem means a lot me, anyway. I know that no matter how much life scares me, I will always have you. When everything around me falls apart ...dies. You will be by my side. I have faith in that. I have to have. Nothing else would seem worth anything. Actually this poem almost makes me want to cry. Because you know how important things like this are to me. Although the picture makes me feel like I am dying. Kind of flying into the sky. I guess if I were to die that would be a peacful way.
There are so many times you reassure me and m d at peace. So many times that you don't know of. It's offten that in the middle of the night I will run my hand across the bed to make sure you are there. Sometimes, my hand finds your chest and I am then restfull again, not only that you are there...but breathing. I can NOT loose you, you know that. And only you would truly understand these things about me. I'm too scared to live...too scared to die. What do you do? Saying is so scary, no one really knows what happens in those final moments. Thoughts, images... I think about it way to much. Why are we here only to die anyway. And why can't I get over this. eh... Our time here together is short Keith and that scares the hell out of me. I don't want any of this to end. Truth is I'm too happy. And now I'm sitting in a puddle of tears, I should stop here. I love you Keith. I know you didn't write this poem for me, but It will mean the most to me! I love you for always!
virginheart Says:
Maybe only I would appreciate this. Is that sad, that I would be your only fan of this one? I'm sorry sweetie. It's about so much more. It's about not having anything to believe. Being afraid of things we don't know or understand. You and I talk about things like this all the time. You know how affraid I am of dying. How much I wish I knew there were a god. So many things I just dont understand or are sure of. You always reassure me that the one thing I can count on is that you will always be here for me. It's like I feel innocent, yet doomed to hell. I fear there is no god, yet I'll die and be proved wrong. I guess I'll be sorry then huh? Why can't things make more sense to me. Why do I worry about things so much. I know, I know, I want to live life to it's fullest and do what my goal in life is. I do believe that I'm here for a reason. Even though, I'm not sure sure about god. I guess that would make me seem like a christian. I need and have to feel that there is some great purpose for me. Otherwise I will sit and rot. Even if my only purpose is to be with you. I make you happy...then my goal is complete. This poem means a lot me, anyway. I know that no matter how much life scares me, I will always have you. When everything around me falls apart ...dies. You will be by my side. I have faith in that. I have to have. Nothing else would seem worth anything. Actually this poem almost makes me want to cry. Because you know how important things like this are to me. Although the picture makes me feel like I am dying. Kind of flying into the sky. I guess if I were to die that would be a peacful way.
There are so many times you reassure me and m d at peace. So many times that you don't know of. It's offten that in the middle of the night I will run my hand across the bed to make sure you are there. Sometimes, my hand finds your chest and I am then restfull again, not only that you are there...but breathing. I can NOT loose you, you know that. And only you would truly understand these things about me. I'm too scared to live...too scared to die. What do you do? Dying is so scary, no one really knows what happens in those final moments. Thoughts, images... I think about it way to much. Why are we here only to die anyway. And why can't I get over this. eh... Our time here together is short Keith and that scares the hell out of me. I don't want any of this to end. Truth is I'm too happy. And now I'm sitting in a puddle of tears, I should stop here. I love you Keith.
virginheart Says:
Maybe only I would appreciate this. Is that sad, that I would be your only fan of this one? I'm sorry sweetie. It's about so much more. It's about not having anything to believe. Being afraid of things we don't know or understand. You and I talk about things like this all the time. You know how affraid I am of dying. How much I wish I knew there were a god. So many things I just dont understand or are sure of. You always reassure me that the one thing I can count on is that you will always be here for me. It's like I feel innocent, yet doomed to hell. I fear there is no god, yet I'll die and be proved wrong. I guess I'll be sorry then huh? Why can't things make more sense to me. Why do I worry about things so much. I know, I know, I want to live life to it's fullest and do what my goal in life is. I do believe that I'm here for a reason. Even though, I'm not sure sure about god. I guess that would make me seem like a christian. I need and have to feel that there is some great purpose for me. Otherwise I will sit and rot. Even if my only purpose is to be with you. I make you happy...then my goal is complete. This poem means a lot me, anyway. I know that no matter how much life scares me, I will always have you. When everything around me falls apart ...dies. You will be by my side. I have faith in that. I have to have. Nothing else would seem worth anything. Actually this poem almost makes me want to cry. Because you know how important things like this are to me. Although the picture makes me feel like I am dying. Kind of flying into the sky. I guess if I were to die that would be a peacful way.
There are so many times you reassure me and m d at peace. So many times that you don't know of. It's offten that in the middle of the night I will run my hand across the bed to make sure you are there. Sometimes, my hand finds your chest and I am then restfull again, not only that you are there...but breathing. I can NOT loose you, you know that. And only you would truly understand these things about me. I'm too scared to live...too scared to die. What do you do? Dying is so scary, no one really knows what happens in those final moments. Thoughts, images... I think about it way to much. Why are we here only to die anyway. And why can't I get over this. eh... Our time here together is short Keith and that scares the hell out of me. I don't want any of this to end. Truth is I'm too happy. And now I'm sitting in a puddle of tears, I should stop here. I love you Keith.