The Proverbs of Love.

My Love

Let

ME

be

your last FIRST kiss. ♥

-tSin

I Still Feel the Same Way About You... Like the First Time.

Hello, I Love You.

Let's Go Build Our Dreams, You & Me.

“Take these hands of mine
pin them underneath your hands
and kiss me again.”

— Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson

Let's Meet In Our Dreams.

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In The Beginning...

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I wrote a poem for he who would never write for me.
In honor of our friendship and it's long lost memory.
Summoned every ounce of spirit and released it through my pen.
Got lost between the lines over and over again.
But when I tried to read it, I stuttered every word.
And I fear that it's because it was absurd
that I would try and still fail miserably
to write a poem for he who would never write for me.

I painted a portrait of he who would never paint of me.
Put my emotions into colors however bleak they seemed to be.
All except those bright brown eyes that just don't look at me the same.
I blended every shade of gray and sealed it with my name.
But when I put it on display it lacked that final touch.
And I fear that it's because it would hurt me just too much
to paint a countenance so weary when it never used to be.
Before I painted the portrait of he who will never paint of me.

I sang a song for he who would never sing for me.
Took the music from my soul and composed a symphony.
Perfected every note to call for him bu name.
To serenade his heavy heart instead to cause it pain.
But when I stood up to perform the tune projected bittersweetly.
And I fear that it's because he'll never understand completely
the meaning hidden deep within the casual melody
of a song I sang for he who would never sing to me.

I cried a tear for he who will never cry for me.
For every time we spent just sitting next to our special tree.
For the way I'll spend my sleepless nights in absolute despair.
Forever reaching out for him when I know he isn't there.
But sometimes I still imagine him near, even though I know.
And I fear that it's because I just can't bare to let him go.
So I'm doomed to spend my life in a broken fantasy
Thinking and dreaming of he who has long forgotten me...

The Love We Have.

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Gone

He stood there, eyes fixed through the window

Water dripping from head to toe

As that morbid reality filled his mind

-his only love he can no longer find.

She stood there in the rain

Watching every bit of him in pain

Why did she have to go

While she remains to him an unforgiven foe.

He knelt down and began to pray

Nothing’s left at all to say

Too late to realize just now

That he had hurt her much somehow.

She hears the words he prays

Of apologies which is really out of the case.

She wishes to tell him he is forgiven

Yet the chances have not been given.

Cold wind rushed inside

The candles then collide.

His anguish he cannot at all bear

Why did she have to leave him hanging in the air?

She watched him from above

And waited to embrace him, give him love

To whisper in his ears that things will be alright

If he would just choose not to give up the fight.

He will never feel such happiness

For she had brought him so much loneliness

Time and time again he would think she’s still around

Inside his mind her sweet cries still resound.

She left without saying goodbye

Leaving him on his knees to cry

All alone and hollow

Only wishing her path he could soon follow.

~tSin

That If It Didn't Hurt, It Wasn't Love.

the song is almost over…

and so i must move on…

because he has forgotten me…

it’s time i go…

it’s time i learn…

it’s time i forget all those pain…

they really didn’t mean anything…

never shook me…

never broke me…

and it’s happier now…

to be free…

~tSin

I Love Him Then I Don't

They say love has

inconsistencies

And yes, I do believe

'Cause when I met a boy and fell for him

My heart was less than relieved

I find no place when we're together

Yet we never agree

I see in him just my dream guy

But the spark seemed to die

I delight in him

I dreamed with him

But at night I wanted to scream

I doubt and I cry

I felt I was under a dark sky

I love him then I don't

For fear and hope reigned in me

But letting go I won't do

I love him still, it's true.

~Bolanon Sisters

I found this poem in my journal of 2003, written by a very good friend of mine and her sister. I hope they find a good love to love! =)

-tSin