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LuckyThe eyes I saw that saw through me,  the eyes I loved that too, loved me,  held secrets of passion behind deep blues,  and though I looked, escaped my view.   
The lips I kissed that kissed me back  spoke not of foolish love, but fact.  When courage I sought, courage they spoke  in words that lived while I slept and woke.   
The hands I held that held mine tight,  I held them close with all my might;  afraid to lose that gentle touch  that pulled me near at fears as such.   
The love whose grasp holds firm my heart  that knew it had been love from the start,   Lucky
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Just For TodaySlowly, steadily,  morning approaches;  and the rain  against the window pane  falls heavily.   
The alarm  
rings calmly,  calling me to rise,  to open weary eyes  meaning me no harm.   
Next to me  I see the face  I dream about,  and move closer in doubt  of what I see.   
She's breathing,  gently in and out;  still asleep  I leave her deep  in a state of dreaming.   
I come closer  
to wrap my arms  around her waist,  to get a taste  of holding her.   
Without warning  her eyes open; &nb Just For Today
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Not Dusk, But DawnNot dusk, but dawn.  
Not shadows, but light.  
Not wrong, but right.  
Once here, now gone.  
 
Not courage, but fear.  
Not then, but now.  
Not why, but how.  
Once uncertain, now clear.  
 
Not body, but soul.  
Not head, but mind.  
Not tangled, but twined.  
Once broken, now whole.  
 
Times does heal the aches  
which broken love creates,  
and therefore feelings are renewed  
in eyes whose views were misconstrued.  
 
A heart lives an individual life  
through rise of fall of love and strife.  
because no matter what, in the e Not Dusk, But Dawn
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Moonlit DreamsShe jumped on a train  
when morning came  
after saying her goodbyes.  
With tears in her eyes  
she kept her wits,  
kissed those lips,  
and left without looking back.  
 
She wrote many times  
in feeble rhymes  
that she would come back soon;  
and under the moon  
she kept her word,  
and in her dreams, murmured  
what words she could not speak.  
 
Days then passed,  
some slow, some fast,  
but her thoughts remained the same;  
flashing that face, smile, name,  
never letting her forget.  
Nothing let her escape the regret  
o Moonlit Dreams
by ~jazziedearest
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  • Current Residence: Las Vegas
  • Favourite band or musician: A Day To Remember
  • Favourite genre of music: Acoustic
  • Favourite poet or writer: Walt Whitman
  • Favourite photographer: B. Charles Johnson
  • Favourite style of art: Modern
  • Personal Quote: Take Chances, Do everything, Regret nothing.

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Mood: Joy !SSJKyuubi Mar 17, 2008, 8:37:40 PM
I really love your poetry im usually into the really dark stuff but your stuff just seems to pop out and seem pure.nice job and i look foreward to more of your work.
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