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I remember our first day together.
   We reached for the stars,
      Hand in hand, heart in heart.
         A small dream coated with love.

We were so happy together.
   I promised you my heart, my life.
      "Don't make me promises," you demanded.
         "It'll hurt you more when you break them."

Days since I saw you, I could cry so much from missing.
   "Stop crying," you said. "I don't want to see your tears."
      But I was happy to see you.
         They were shed in comfort.

Weeks pass by.
   How long has it been? I still cry.
      I still miss hearing "Ai Shiteru"
         I miss being called the idiot- the one madly in love with you.

I cried last night. And this morning. And still am crying.
   Not because you left me.
      But because you never showed.
         Because you left the promises behind.

I still love you. I can't hate you. I promised you that.
   I'll still wait. For as long as I must. I promised you that.
      I'll never leave. I'll always be by your side. I promised you that.
         "Promise me. If I can't be good enough for you, promise you'll find someone else better..."

I'm sorry beloved... I can't keep that promise... not with the one I'll always love.
   You still have my heart.
      I have nothing more to give out...
         Not even if I wanted to.
©2006-2009 *Farblade
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Author's Comments

There's nothing really i can say about this poem... those close'll probably understand what im saying with this...

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:icondodgey:
This is beautiful. I love in poetry where there are things that might only make sense to you, but they fit so well. If you know what I mean.
:iconshort-tempered:
This is georgeous.

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I may be evil, but I'm cute, so deal with it.
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:iconfarblade:
I didn't intend for it to be gorgeous though... I had written a poem inspired by the style ~yournotagoodbye uses, and had those emotions that we both know had happened that day on. This poem simply just came out... but somehow I feel I've been able to regather what I've lost and fufill that last promise she always told me to keep- the one mentioned here... but only in due time.

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"A man's true wealth is the good he does in the world. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror."

Kahlil Gibran
:iconezpresso:
I am also a big writer of poetry. It's my way of really getting away from the world, and saying the things that no one ever understands no matter how much they say they do. I read this...and tried to understand it all, and if I misread the meaning of it...then I am wrong, but what I get from this, I know exactly what you mean in those words.


Three days from now, it will be one month. One month since I lost the one person I've ever loved. A 9 month relationship, thrown away for a risk and a chance. I feel really hard for him, and you could say he was my first love. I gave him my heart, my happiness, my promises. I know what it's like to always love someone, because I always will love him. I'll always miss him. Just like he will always love and miss the one girl that he, in a way, left me for. This poem really made me realize that there are a lot of people out there who understand and have gone through the same things. You're an amazing writer, and I respect every single word and meaning in this.
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I havn't read this poem in a good long while, and I'm amazed I wrote like this. In time, I've found someone else, a good five months after this was written, and sort of understand why she made me promise that. Though I still care for her, I'm still somewhat mad for what happened between her and I, but what has happened has happened, and I'm just in need to be forgiven as she is. She was the first girl I ever kissed, and meant every second of it, and that I can never forget; the past is the past though, and if we don't learn from it and move on, we remain like the past, something that will be left behind.

Thank you for the comment. I rarely get them on my poetry nowadays, and I don't have such strong emotions to write anymore. I've calmed down a lot, learning to accept and grow from the love my dearest shows me.

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"A man's true wealth is the good he does in the world. Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror. But you are eternity and you are the mirror."

Kahlil Gibran
:iconnekoboy2011:
This made me cry..
I have nothing much to say about it..
But this has touched many hearts before me i am sure..
:iconsephiroth-7th:
Okay, I think I know what this is about, but dude.. seriously.... forget her. I'm not trying to be evil or seem like the bad guy here, but as your friend... was she really worth it? You guys never actually met face to face except over line.... I don't know, I'm sorry you're hurting but please.... forgot. Her false illusions of a happy ending never came true, you were probably just something she could do after school... hate me , curse me for my evil words but I'm an evil spirit now... hunt me down you'll never find me.... I'm a silent scream, a friend from before...just that and nothing more. Forget. Forget. Forget. Forget.

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Wake the dead-James Philips died May 24th, 2007... he died before he became an adult... he will not be graduating in my 2008 highschool class...
:iconsephiroth-7th:
Oh wait, Farblade is it? Sorry for posting this on your page, I got the wrong person. I thought someone else I know wrote this. My mistake, I appologize. You're probably reading this and thinking, what the fuck? Sorry. Ignore it.

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Wake the dead-James Philips died May 24th, 2007... he died before he became an adult... he will not be graduating in my 2008 highschool class...

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