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Lover (Free verse) by daveslady
Lover One of the worst days of my life... That fateful September day when you packed up the car and dropped me off. You acted like it was your duty... A job that had to get done. No emotion in your face or voice While I cried, and pleaded with you not to leave. "If we make it though this, we can make it though anything". That's what everyone says... That’s all I have to hold on to. I try to hold my breath, until the day you came back for me. Its getting so hard. Been such a long time. Will that day never come? All I want, is to run into you arms. never let me go, never again. You are like a drug to me. I need you every waking moment. And even when I sleep, I move around until I find your body, pinning you to the wall, until you wake up and cuddle me. I miss your eyes, your face your warm embrace and gentle kiss I miss your heartbeat It’s a sound so soothing. Only God could create a sound like that. It calms me ...makes me cry sometimes because of its beauty. There are no words to express how much you mean to me. No actions to convey my love. The words "I love you" just aren’t enough. Making love to you still doesn't express how much I love you. Having your children... Watching you play with them... It only fuels the flame that is deep inside of me. You will never know what you mean to me. No words or actions can convey this. Please come a pick me up and end this misery I miss you more than life. I'm like a calilily with no sun or water I'm withering without you. You tell me that everything will be all right that I just need to “tough it out”. But I can’t do it anymore. I’m dying here without you. You tell me not to cry, so for your sake… I don’t let you see me cry. I wait until you hang up the phone… and burst into tears. Wailing like a child who has just discovered that she is lost. I need you more now than I ever have before. My love only grows stronger as the days go by. I need to see your face and hear your heart beat. I need you arms around me. I need to sleep with you next to me. With your arms around me and legs intertwined The thought of that day is all I have to keep me going. Please don’t forget about me. I’m so far away. Haven’t seen you in months… Only getting to hear your voice once in a while. I hope I haven’t changed too much. Will you still love me? I can’t imagine my life without you. Please come for me, and beg me to return. I will if you ask… just ask… and I’ll be there. Soon my love… Soon. I will be with you… and will never leave you. Never again, to feel this emptiness and pain. I love you.

Up the ladder: Cold Turkey
Down the ladder: Hades Ain't Far Enough

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Arithmetic Mean: 5.857143
Weighted score: 5.230521
Overall Rank: 4236
Posted: May 8, 2004 9:02 PM PDT; Last modified: May 8, 2004 9:02 PM PDT
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[n/a] poetandknowit @ 65.101.211.249 | 9-May-04/12:12 AM | Reply
Is this about Dave?
[8] deleted user @ 68.66.196.168 | 9-May-04/8:34 AM | Reply
He is a blessed man. I hope he knows it.
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. @ 131.111.212.215 > deleted user | 10-May-04/4:47 AM | Reply
Yes, every man dreams of a clingy emotional wreck who is utterly obsessed with them and writes unbelievably swollen poetry about them.
[8] Dan garcia-Black @ 66.159.232.213 | 9-May-04/9:19 AM | Reply
Until the lines, "Having your children...
Watching you play with them...", I thought the poem was about being dropped off at the first day of school (September). I had to re-read to get the sense. As I was once told by an ex-marine after I read a similar poem i had written, "Dan, I felt just like that once... a couple of times." Of course it is not possible to feel this a couple of times. The first time kills your ability to feel that exact thing forever. I think he meant to say that he has felt that way about different things. The future holds lots of different things for us. Let us hope some of them are good things... at least, a couple of times.
[n/a] daveslady @ 140.211.124.224 | 9-May-04/8:12 PM | Reply
I just thought every one should know that, yes this poem is about Dave, and yes, its about my first day at school- tranfered colleges and had to leave him behind.
[7] zodiac @ 67.240.155.203 | 10-May-04/3:58 AM | Reply
If you were forced - let's say at gunpoint, or else by some crazed chef wielding a large rancid hamhock - anyway, I'm getting off topic: What I mean is, if you were forced by a hamhock-wielding maniac to identify yourself some other way than by your connection to Dave, could you? You should probably think about this question a lot more than you're going to.
[9] wilco @ 24.176.102.131 > zodiac | 19-May-04/1:03 PM | Reply
Maybe this is a guy...named Dave Slady.
[n/a] daveslady @ 140.211.124.224 | 10-May-04/8:44 PM | Reply
Zodiac, thanks for the comments. I wrote this a while ago while Dave and I were doing really well and I missed him vey much. Since then...well, everything has changed. Might need to write a new poem to explain it all. Anyway, thanks for the thoughts and believe me Ive thought it over a bunch.
[n/a] <{Baba^Yaga}> @ 24.130.62.63 | 10-May-04/11:26 PM | Reply
Here's an interesting question: Who in the fuck is dave? #1 For fuck's sake why should the layman care? # the 2...
[n/a] daveslady @ 140.211.124.224 | 11-May-04/5:07 PM | Reply
wonderful ? B. Dave is my Fiance of 4 1/2 years. It has peeked my interest as to why my user name has sparked such an interest but nonetheless its my name among friends as well. well, its really daves woman but i dont particularly care for that one. this name was just the first thing i thought of when choosing a user anme for the website.
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