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Day 5/30 - Things You Want to Say to an ExThings You Want to Say to an Ex
(Every now and then)
I'll kind of miss you
Not so much what we had
(Since that wasn't much)
But the opportunity before us
(Considering we never had much of a chance)
Not that I'm unhappy
(Because I'm not, and neither are you)
It just would have been nice to know
(You are happy, right?)
To have been able to give it a real, proper try
(I hope you are. You really should be)
It's the past, though
(Nothing we can do about it)
So this is something I typically wouldn't bother saying
(Because we've worked it out)
All the same, I'm glad we tried
(Because we deserved to, after all)
So, we're all good, right?
(So you're all good, right?)
Day 2/30 - Something I Feel Strongly AboutSomething I Feel Strongly About
Love. It's such a strange and powerful thing. I've heard people say that Love is a choice. That you make it consciously.
I don't buy it.
Kindness is a choice. Trusting is a choice. When you can willingly choice is someone affects your or not, it's completely different from being in Love.
You can't choose who makes your heart flutter.
You can't choose who makes your knees weak.
You can't choose who makes your blush.
Or when to blush.
Or when to get nervous.
Maybe you can choose how you act on it. How you let it affect you. What you do about it. You can choose how you let Love influence your future.
But Love is unplanned. Undefined. Transcendent. Tragic. Strong. Ugly. And, as all things powerful, terrifying.
And sometimes, gorgeous.
Day 1/30 - 5 Ways to Win My Heart5 Ways to Win My Heart
On this journey, where to start?
How about ways to win my heart?
You must be patient, caring, and kind
Jumping not to judge, but to open your mind
Also be willing to pack up and fly away
Even if we must wait and dream, I will someday
Be intelligent and wise, or willing to learn
For there's always problems to solve and knowledge to earn
Try to make the best of what you're dealt
But don't be afraid to share what you've felt
And lastly, but mostly, be pure in your intent
Honest and thoughtful, so you're time well spent
UPDATE - Warm Winter Project: 2012 - Donations. :)UPDATE - As of January 16, I'm officially soon receiving a shipment of hoodies from :devSavoirfaire-Roma: that they so generously offered to donate in addition to the hoodies being purchased by the project here on deviantART!!!This is just awesome!!!
UPDATE 3 - As of January 6, we've broken the 50k mark on the Warm Winter Project!!! A little over 1/5 of the way there already!!! :squee:
UPDATE 2 - I also received a note from :devheidi: earlier today (1.4.12) letting me know that deviantART would like to match my donations on their behalf!! That means when I reach my goal of 50, I will be receiving 50 more hoodies from devia
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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