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Amazing how it is
That I deny myself
This happiness
I was willing to learn
Along with all the others
All the while suspicions aroused
I deny them all one-by-one
How much I've longed
To just make myself noticed
But that is not me
for I hide in the shadows
day-by-day
Yet light fell upon me
Making me seen
No matter how much
I tried to blend in
My window opend up
I smiled at the gentle breeze
But I closed the curtains
turned and walked out
I don't know if the window is closed
Or when I will be in that room again
I don't know if I'll ever see the glimpse
of that outside world I saw again
Perhaps it will come to me
Rather than I to it
for some things have a way of finding me
Bright blue sky
And Soft yellow sun
Here things change
But not too quickly
and not too much
I think it will be very much the same
Ahh, maybe when summer ends
And fall begins
I will see it again . . .
No longer hiding myself in the shadows
Having the teasings one-by-one
I will be my own
Stading by the open window
The gentle breeze on my face
Maybe someday
I'll have the courage
To walk outside
To embrace the bright blue sky
And soft yellow sun
That I deny myself
This happiness
I was willing to learn
Along with all the others
All the while suspicions aroused
I deny them all one-by-one
How much I've longed
To just make myself noticed
But that is not me
for I hide in the shadows
day-by-day
Yet light fell upon me
Making me seen
No matter how much
I tried to blend in
My window opend up
I smiled at the gentle breeze
But I closed the curtains
turned and walked out
I don't know if the window is closed
Or when I will be in that room again
I don't know if I'll ever see the glimpse
of that outside world I saw again
Perhaps it will come to me
Rather than I to it
for some things have a way of finding me
Bright blue sky
And Soft yellow sun
Here things change
But not too quickly
and not too much
I think it will be very much the same
Ahh, maybe when summer ends
And fall begins
I will see it again . . .
No longer hiding myself in the shadows
Having the teasings one-by-one
I will be my own
Stading by the open window
The gentle breeze on my face
Maybe someday
I'll have the courage
To walk outside
To embrace the bright blue sky
And soft yellow sun
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I wrote this two years ago in hopes of meeting someone again that I loved, and looked up to. We weren't friends before, and I finally had the courage to become close. It was a month before I would have met him again. I was broken-hearted to find that he was not there when I was. I left him, meeting a friend last year.
Only at the beginning of this year was I finally able to contact him. Both of us were joyous beyond reason. Now I see him often, and we talk even more, grateful for finding each other again.
We miss the wasted two years. We regret that we were unable to save each other of pain from others.
I plan to make these next years something that I can remember. This poem reminds me of the love I felt for him then, and the gratitude I feel now for the ability to have grown up positively and to pick up exactly where we left off, now as the best of friends - maybe even more.
I wrote this two years ago in hopes of meeting someone again that I loved, and looked up to. We weren't friends before, and I finally had the courage to become close. It was a month before I would have met him again. I was broken-hearted to find that he was not there when I was. I left him, meeting a friend last year.
Only at the beginning of this year was I finally able to contact him. Both of us were joyous beyond reason. Now I see him often, and we talk even more, grateful for finding each other again.
We miss the wasted two years. We regret that we were unable to save each other of pain from others.
I plan to make these next years something that I can remember. This poem reminds me of the love I felt for him then, and the gratitude I feel now for the ability to have grown up positively and to pick up exactly where we left off, now as the best of friends - maybe even more.
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