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Dear justagirlDear Justagirl,
I've been meaning to write this to you for quite some time. I've always wished that I could make you see just who you really are. But you never listen. So maybe you'll hear me in this letter to who you claim to be.

You're not just any girl. Not at all. Your silence brings beauty to the words of others. Your words crack open the things left unsaid, and shine light on all the places few dare look. You have a way about you that whispers of a majesty, and yet you always hold others up beyond yourself.

Your eyes could scratch past the surface of the "he

Rewind TimeI gaze into your
crystalline eyes and
wish I could turn back the
clock
to the time when
you loved me
as much as I loved
you.

(but you always say that clocks
can't be turned back.
I wonder
if you're right.)

Malicious smiles and
greedy words;
you're not the person
you started out
to be.
I miss
who you were
before this all went
downhill.

I never noticed before now
but I miss the
sweet whispers of,
"I love you,"
and your eyes;
your beautiful eyes.

Rewinding time
would be so much easier
than all this regret
I keep pent up inside
and all the memories
I force myself
to lock away.

(I

Wateredup Phrasesi still think i'm sundrenched thoughts
and wateredup phrases of longfound dreams.
i still remember those starlit nightskies
and whispered iloveyous found beaten
on the corners of broken curbs.
i can't escape these thoughtsideaswords
that shine from your moonlight eyes:
i am whispered conversations in a smile.

Truth Is What You'll Findthe truth is, i never really know.
i don't know what i'm feeling,
or why my heart skips three beats
when she walks down hallways
that i've never even seen.

the truth is, that somedays i
feel like i'm holding air,
bottling feelings till they explode.
whispering secrets to the night sky
and wishing i could feel.

i don't know what i'm not saying,
and i wish that i could hold her.
but that can't happen. it's not possible.
i can't be there when the sun sets;

all this fear is seeping out
of the wholes that i thought
i closed up so very long ago.
and i don't know what to think.

the truth is: i don't know
the secret is: i wish i di

Here We AreAnd here I stand again,
whispering words I know
that she will never hear:

It's drowned out by a
shriveling darkness of words
so harsh and broken.

When I speak of beauty,
she hears shouts of emptiness.

When I whisper love,
she only finds hatred

daylight starsalways where you need to be
glittering sunshine into winter woods
and breathing summer into autumn days

always where i wish i were
waiting on a dawnlight never comes

never comes never comes

always right here where my heart
wisheswisheswishes she could be
in the midst of daylightstars

dreamcolordreams are just the pigment
in which reality is painted

Starlit DreamStarlight dancer
On the moonbright windowsill,
with delicate lace-tendrils
twined against her tender frame.
Whispers of moonlight
float across her eyes,
smothering the sunset
amidst her frosted gaze.

She hears the sound
Of sundown and sunrise,
amidst the colors in
her tired eyes.
ballerinas pirouette their illusions
to nature's lightening strike,
beneath her ebony, shadow sky,
with shooting stars spelling dreams.

Dreams of words and colors,
and whispers of wonder.
with hollow gems of tear-water
wrapping around her cheekbone.
her dreams are slipping away.

The Letter Nn

nightsky dreams and
never spoken whispers:
the many meanings
attached to peopleplacesthings.

echoes of wisdom
found in the emptiness
between the stars:
beginnings of a definition
of who someone ought to be.

Is there any power in a name?

What will he hear?when whispers from her lips
reach heavy laden ears with
secret words and secret hearts:

What will he hear?

Reasonsi still remember quiet nights,
and all the silly fights:
who should share a secret first?

wasted time deciding
where to go and what to do.
starlight cuddles,
whispered struggles,
and sunset puddles.

i still remember
all those reasons i wish i could forget.

Words, Words, WordsWords, words, words..
What a wonderful weapon,
Says the little devil
Floating beside our shoulders.

What are these bones?
They're not quite brittle
Won't they ever hurt enough

But hearts, warm hearts
Now those, those are
Easy to break, and twist,
And tear so that
Ripe blood drips everywhere.

It is with words that we are broken,
And with anger that we shatter.

No amount of broken bones
Could ever hurt like
A broken heart

Maybe I'm Dreamingmaybe i'm dreaming,
but if i'm dreaming of you
then why should i care?

Words left unsaidone.

I wish you could see that you aren't empty. You're not worthless. But everytime you say it, you just forget a little bit more. I can't hold you up forever. I won't always be around.

[You have to learn to live your own life, I can't keep doing it for you]

two.

I still remember those sun drenched days, and starry nights. I still remember your voice, and the words we used to say. And sometimes I still remember the regret and pain. I try not to, but I can't help it. I prayed for you the other night. I wish you weren't so gone, even when you're not.

[How can so much regret remain?]

three.

I wish I could understand this thing c

Yesterday You Never KnewTell yourself you'll wait until tomorrow,
The yesterday you never knew.
Let the skies wash away in loneliness,
And the air breathe with your heart.
Remember tomorrow as you move
Through the days gone by,
And dance with the bitter joy
That comes when yesterday was tomorrow.

Today is the moment,
Eternity stretched across
The singularity of time.
It's never ceasing, and ever present,
Yet always never here.
Fleeting faster than the light,
And dancing more joyously
Than we ever could.

So...
Tell yourself you'll wait until tomorrow,
The yesterday you never knew.

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Dewdrop Tears

by =platinummyr, Jun 15, 2009, 8:28:51 PM
Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

You've got dewdrop tears
    and sunlit hair.
A whispered glow
    from one more year...

I've seen you here
    with all your fears.
A starbright heart
  cause he's so near...

You know you're all
    that I can hear.
These are the words,
   You'll read, so fair.

Dewdrop Tearsby =platinummyr

Literature / Poetry / Human Nature / Free Verse

©2009-2013 =platinummyr

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~SweetBlackRose13 Jul 24, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

Sweet

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=platinummyr Jul 24, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks

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~SweetBlackRose13 Jul 25, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

hug:

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~flawedfairytale Jul 21, 2009 Student Writer

There's a beautiful flow to this piece- and the title, (which made me read it

), is stunning.

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=platinummyr Jul 21, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

Thanks

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~fierypoplartree Jun 24, 2009

this is gorgeous and quite melodic.

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=platinummyr Jun 25, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

Mmmhm

I wish I had more time to work on it!! (silly full time jobs get in the way)

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~fierypoplartree Jun 25, 2009

oh dear, that's unfortunate.

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=platinummyr Jun 25, 2009 Hobbyist Writer

Chyeah, but I do gets paid!

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~fierypoplartree Jun 25, 2009

pay is good.

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