Words.

Are there no ends to the tricks you can make words perform?

Friday, October 29, 2010

To 213

You know someday we will meet,

We met across words, the way magic does

We already have...

I won’t live up to your hopes and dreams.

And I hoped for dreams

I can't recall what wasn't there

I’ll be an imperfect fantasy,

That would rewrite my imagination

I hold to my memories

That would make me almost as sad as

And change my perceptions

I couldn't bear to have you sad

Never meeting you would.

The way meeting you did.

We'll meet again. Promise?

3 comments:

  1. I love this. The structure! Ahhh! Poems within a poem, one poem within poems.

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  2. Awww, thank you. ^^
    The bold and normal face are my contributions to it. 218 is a poem that a good friend of mine wrote... And it was just one of those that felt like it needed a "reply" of sorts to it, y'know?
    Glad you like it. ^^

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  3. * 213
    Because I totally know the names of things I write. ><

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