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Is This Real?
I was lost and I was afraid,
I was dead inside,
Until that day
You walked toward me,
And I stood there,
I looked like a fool,
But I didn't care
The smile on your face,
Left me gasping, all my breath left me...
A voice inside, suddenly cried:
Is this real?
Or is it just a dream?
Is this real?
The look you give,
When you look at me,
Looking right through everyone,
Like I am the only one you see...
Is this real?
The feelings inside that I feel,
I see you return them,
And it breaks my will
You make me feel alive..
When I thought I had died..
This must be real...
I stroked your hair,
As you held me there,
As you cried against my chest,
You chose me over all the rest
You thought I was the best...
And we looked like such fools,
In the middle of the room,
But nobody seemed to see
A voice inside, suddenly cried:
Is this real?
Or is it just a dream?
Is this real?
This vision of beauty,
That I see,
Standing here, with her arms around me
Is this real?
These feelings inside that I feel,
I see you return them,
And it breaks my will
You make me feel alive,
I could have sworn that I had died...
This must be real....
Everyday brings it's changes,
And some of these changes hurt
But through everything that's happened,
We have never drifted apart
Holding on to what we need, and what we mean...
This is the most real, dream I have ever seen...
Is this real?
This woman who stands here next to me,
Who smiles at me,
And sweeps me off my feet
Is this real?
This love that has found me, I cannot change,
I can't let it go, there's just no way!
Is this real?
These feelings inside, that I feel,
I see you return them,
And it breaks my will
You make me feel alive,
These feelings will never die,
This must be real....
jlp may 15, 2008-Revised May 29, 2009
I was lost and I was afraid,
I was dead inside,
Until that day
You walked toward me,
And I stood there,
I looked like a fool,
But I didn't care
The smile on your face,
Left me gasping, all my breath left me...
A voice inside, suddenly cried:
Is this real?
Or is it just a dream?
Is this real?
The look you give,
When you look at me,
Looking right through everyone,
Like I am the only one you see...
Is this real?
The feelings inside that I feel,
I see you return them,
And it breaks my will
You make me feel alive..
When I thought I had died..
This must be real...
I stroked your hair,
As you held me there,
As you cried against my chest,
You chose me over all the rest
You thought I was the best...
And we looked like such fools,
In the middle of the room,
But nobody seemed to see
A voice inside, suddenly cried:
Is this real?
Or is it just a dream?
Is this real?
This vision of beauty,
That I see,
Standing here, with her arms around me
Is this real?
These feelings inside that I feel,
I see you return them,
And it breaks my will
You make me feel alive,
I could have sworn that I had died...
This must be real....
Everyday brings it's changes,
And some of these changes hurt
But through everything that's happened,
We have never drifted apart
Holding on to what we need, and what we mean...
This is the most real, dream I have ever seen...
Is this real?
This woman who stands here next to me,
Who smiles at me,
And sweeps me off my feet
Is this real?
This love that has found me, I cannot change,
I can't let it go, there's just no way!
Is this real?
These feelings inside, that I feel,
I see you return them,
And it breaks my will
You make me feel alive,
These feelings will never die,
This must be real....
jlp may 15, 2008-Revised May 29, 2009
Literature
the truth
It's simple to be confused by every day.
At the present time,
I am enthralled by everyone -
and no one.
I wear my heart on my sleeve,
but it doesn't compliment
the chip
on my shoulder.
I take each of these words
and try to wrap them up
in meaning,
only to come off
wrapped up
in myself.
I will get taken at face value.
I will get taken advantage of.
I will eventually get taken away.
The only time I can remember
being in the subway
I was on my way
to see a building
full of memories
and monuments
to the dead.
Somehow, that seems fitting.
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Four years.
I was nine when they left me, when my best friend became my father, when the cancer got bad and I had to learn how to cook and clean and tuck myself into bed at night.
I was nine when my mother quit her job, and began spending every hour she had in the hospital, when my father began breaking promises and changing rules and getting lost on the highway because the hospital was the only place he knew.
I was nine when I understood what it meant to grow up too quickly, when they pulled me out of my classroom to tell me she was dying, when I realized that losing my sister would end more lives than one.
I was thirteen when they decided they could
Literature
The Real Ones
fill my casket with
paper stars you make so well;
I'll finally reach
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For Sue, as always.
It is a description of the time when we fell in love. It's just as clear to me today, as it was 7 years ago. It will always be.
It is a description of the time when we fell in love. It's just as clear to me today, as it was 7 years ago. It will always be.
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