Saving My Love

by XXXrusted silverXXXwas nvr good enough to be goldXXX   Jan 27, 2007


I Love Him ...
Because I feel like a better person whenever I'm with him,
And they tell me how I'll always have a friend in them.
I Love Him ...
I could tell them anything and they'd always feel the same,
They don't just call me baby-
they use my real name.
I love Him ..
I'm not afraid to break down whenever they're around,
If it was up to them-
my feet would never touch the ground.
I Love Him ...
For the way they hold me when it gets to hard to bare,
For the way he tells me how he'll always care.
I Love Him ...
Because they know exactly what to say when I'm breaking,
They never leave me to my own tears-never desert me shaking.
I Love Him ...
They'd spare the shirt off their back so I wouldn't go on cold,
They show up out of nowhere when I need someone to hold.
I loved them when I thought I didn't have the capacity to feel,
They came around about the time I thought I'd never heal.
They saved me from myself when I was almost gone,
They came and kissed my cheek when I was all alone.
I Love Him ...
Because they chose to help a screw up like me,
I love him because he held the key that set my love free.

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  • 17 years ago

    by in.need.of.a.lucky.charm

    This poem was a lil inconsistant, you said you love him (one person) then say about them (more than one), i think it was a wicked poem though. i still loved it hehe :)

    much love and many kisses,
    bex

  • 17 years ago

    by Tom Swart

    Nice, I think I could sense your words and their meaning. Keep up the prose and remember to be one with your poem. If it is real youll be able to feel it breath and its heart to beat. A poem is a fragment of time, a sliver of emotion trapped in our hearts and set free upon the page. Where it can finally sore and fly with other poems or cry and weep with other broken hearts. Poetry is nothing more than emotion set in motion. Poetry is seldom more than the small fossil that waits within the stone begging for someone to chip it free, and then to wonder how it came to be.

    Keep up your good works. May your poems be a great frame for your emotions. May there be peace and love in your life. And may the mark you make upon those hearts around you be filled with joyous fragments of your own heart.

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