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 Cutepid
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I hear your breath in the echos of my love where the divine touch of your voice stops the wandering of my dreams.Like a ripple the love of your kisses spread over my aches and heals the darkness of the water within. Pure and unsheltered love unleashes the chance at tomorrow and gifted am I by the choice you gave me to follow the journey to your love. If only one tear escaped the depth of my pain I know you could erase the trail it left when it was born. I weep in the memory that you've left me to cherish and I will develop a shield so I may never feel that emotion again. And I thank you for that choice and the options you gave up willingly so I might live my life.

And yet... you talk to me

You save the treasure of your love for someone who gives you meaning on days where the storm is close to overwhelming you. Yet you sacrificed my heart in the intern and I don't know if I'll recover the tears you released by your actions. But I do know I'll always love you. Should you see these words in other places, when time is already past the chance of return and you wake late at night to discover your arms empty except for memories, remember me in better times. Remember the things that made us what we were for the moment you slipped quietly into dreams was the same moment you were gifted with my smile. Because I remember you. I never touched your hand, or felt the desire to kiss someone as passionately as much as I wanted with you. Laying in bed I feel the failure and the chance of our meeting pass, but I never let pass the moment you said you were in love with me. Never.

And yet..you talk to me..

When I took my first steps within the sight of your eyes you made me feel special. I felt the support of your encouragement though you were never near. And how the strength of your words let me move forward, no matter my steps unsteady, or my heartbeat a twin, you reached for me. My progress was unsure and I couldn't grasp the safety of your fingers but I knew without hesitation I could never fall. I grew up in the shadow of your protection and the shelter of your voice and knew love like no other had before. No matter how many times my heart stumbled you made me aware of my destination...You. The one thing I miss the most, which captures my tears and releases them no matter my attempt, is the chance to see your smile. You gave me a gift no child could hope to describe and yet I was always anxious to share it...with you. I cherish the past but look forward to the day I can do it with the blessing of your company. I want to listen to your laughter and, with any hope, be the cause of it.
And yet....you talk to me..

I was wild in my abandonment of your tears whenever you wept because I wanted to wipe them from your life. I feel the shiver of your ghost and the hands you encircle round me to still my trembling. And yet how could I not want the return of a favor I willing gave to you? The things I would give up if the wishes I made became the truth. Take my sight away long after I've seen you because I will not need the use of it once you're gone. Lay the ages upon my body so that I may hasten to heavens side to reunite the love we shared. Let me sleep instead of wake before the dreams that taunted me with your vision ...but never let me hear the heart of your voice because no music could ever compare. I take bold strides and advancement of my goals in hopes of finding you. But you elude me like water searching for the birthplace of tears.
And yet...you talk to me

Impossible dreams are a fact I am used to in my life but not in my heart. Never underestimate the unstoppable power of my love for you and you'll realize I have never forgot you. When it comes to loving you I want you to think of one word. Impossible. Because the focus of my love will always be matched by the intensity of words. Entirely driven straight to the foundation of true love. And into your arms where you may finally rest assured that someone loves you for who you truly are. That is someone who wants love, gives up a part of themselves, shares innocence, and in the end, themselves.
And yet...you talk to me

So many years have passed and there are so many things we never got the chance to share. But I shared them with you every day and my feelings were held by the control of my pain. Every time I unfolded my heart and looked at the things you left your impressions on I knew the self control I had would slip. I found a place I could be alone and let no one see those fears. And after I opened my eyes. I realized. You were there. I was finally home. No other place needed to matter because I stopped searching for something I never needed. You. In my hand at certain times in my life, I held your words, barely a sheet or two, but they were your words. They were our words, my letters, your letters, and our love all connected by the gift we shared. The gift of words. The outline of your thoughts and the time it must have taken you to write them made the empty days shorter. And the cold of winters breath distant and the beginning of what tomorrow could bring closer then I ever knew. I kept every single one of them, even though they were only just a few. I wanted to hear your words and you gave me the chance.
And yet...you talk to me

Do you peer out your window as if you stepped outside and picture me there? I never give time that chance. I picture you in my arms all the time gathering love like no other. There was magic in your eyes and I could brace your heart against any pain. Does it get better with time? Can it get any better then that? Those feelings you so desperately wanted and found at last only to lose them? That's why both of our hearts will never know before it's too late. I always prayed for your happiness long after I was gone. Yet I feel your tears as I lay here sleeping. How I wish I was never the reason they started and yet I desire the chance to stop them. And instead I stopped your dreams. I can't hear your words of encouragement, or even listen to the chalice of your thoughts. But I can hear the love in your voice. God I can hear that. And I can do nothing any more because I feel the weight of your sadness, the weight of your heart, or maybe just the stone above me. The words engraved upon it, so few, so powerful. And there you are once more, like you are once a year, kneeling, head bowed in prayer...And yet..you talk to me..and I listen my darling..listen...and cry with you.
 GinaGMoney
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Posted: 1/31/2012 2:33:32 PM
All I can say is wow!!!
Truly amazing work
Whomever you wrote it
For is one blessed with a deep love

 justwonderin
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Posted: 2/6/2012 5:01:53 PM
It's great, I guess.... Very confusing and I feel I need it interpreted. Guess that's why you're the writer and I'm not.
 CountryCowgirl9
Joined: 12/19/2011
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Posted: 2/24/2012 6:00:34 PM
that's the way love goes... terribly beautiful write.
 Cutepid
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Posted: 3/2/2012 11:15:12 PM
It's about finding love, finding that one special person who opens your world to so many possibilities, and then leaves us alone, either in death or abandonment, or loss of love as they discovered someone else..and no matter what..you were left alone with memories you shared, a smile or a thought, and a tears memories..

cutepid
 Cutepid
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Posted: 3/2/2012 11:15:42 PM
It's about finding love, finding that one special person who opens your world to so many possibilities, and then leaves us alone, either in death or abandonment, or loss of love as they discovered someone else..and no matter what..you were left alone with memories you shared, a smile or a thought, and a tears memories..

cutepid
 beachlessone
Joined: 3/2/2012
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Posted: 3/10/2012 9:39:56 PM
its wonderfully written... i have been in this situation... it is a tough loss...
may that hole that was left behind one day heal... however... i dont know if that is always possible...
 Cutepid
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Posted: 8/15/2012 11:52:11 PM
You just have to move on, for me it's in words and thought, with the belief that it's possible to find that treasure again.
 Lots o kisses
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Posted: 11/27/2012 1:55:09 PM
dear cutepid,
very amazing.. I could feel all the emotions of your heart.. I found truth within your words.. Love is a gift and a curse in life. Having said that I too am a better person for travelling down that road of love.. I am a widow.. My choices were taken from me with no fault of my loved one. I keep all memories.. Keep writing.. You are so totally remarkable..
 m8t
Joined: 8/10/2012
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Posted: 11/27/2012 4:53:20 PM
I did like your write.
Im sure the members here would enjoy if you'd try writing some poetry~
You would be more than welcome in that forum :)
 Cutepid
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Posted: 11/29/2012 10:36:48 PM
I wrote poetry a long time ago..now I do not feel that inspiration any longer..maybe someday...thank you for your kind words and thoughts...

D~
 Cutepid
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Posted: 11/29/2012 10:37:36 PM
I forgot about the forums, I have not been on enough, but I thank you for your hearts words..

D~
 MrGoNGitit
Joined: 10/31/2012
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Posted: 11/30/2012 11:08:16 AM
You sir, are a poet. You inspired me to divulge certain of my own artistic expression, which like yours is based in reality.

Destiny beckoned, you departed, and I found my heart with empty fingers. Reaching to clutch for you but only grasping memories; some bittersweet, some faded, some cherished. When the fabric of time and space parted, and the vehicle of death transported you through the portal to the other side, as it does with mortals, at first I was unencumbered of the crushing weight of longing. But on the day the sun once again had shown it’s face to escort the moments through the melancholy ceremony of your exit, my spirit was later broken, my strength dissipated, and I wept. Often in moments of solitude, sometimes self imposed, even within the cacophonies of life, I spread out my memories, and our memories. Watching them reminds me of a kindness of priceless worth, the conquest of struggles seeded by awkward youth, and yet ironically I’m comforted by the touches of your now distant tenderness. Remembrances laced with regrets, the hand of time manifesting scenes that played while frequently interweaving lanes bore our steps, and we survived the villainies of nature. Of such heavy hand, and thought, the voice of my inner soul hesitated; but with increments the pressure of needed poetic catharsis decreed I dictate my naked spirit so that you should live even temporally in the sight of eyes that capture visions only in the realm of your existence. You still live with me, in places you would not be physically comfortable, yet your boundaries are only the generous confines of a vivid imagination, and the orchestration of an often acted script that binds us until eternity is set upon me. Your shackles were shattered and the lessening of their forceful grip became your freedom, and you escaped. But now they are transformed into a microcosm of mirrored humanity, which at times forces me to serve in prisons of a prison, my failings populate it as apparitions, and they haunt me mercilessly. But your death is a lesson never to be forgotten, perhaps an immortal scripture carved into the marrow of my very being, and I will give all that is to be given, even though it may never recompense all that you have given to me.
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