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Aya-Death Angel
Mostly poetry, no real deep thought. Just a place for momentary bursts of creativity.
Laying on the best blanket of stars and staring up at the grass,
I can look at you, not feel so alone, and I think this might last.
We're here, now, and I can only guess how many times I'll think of you,
Because it seems like you fit perfectly in my jumbled head, the missing screw,
Something that holds me together, and is a bit of a p***k sometimes,
Like the time we sat on the porch eating lemons and limes,
No sugar, and you bet me you could eat one faster than me,
Well, I ate so fast I had to throw up at the bottom of the peach tree.
But you held back my hair and said you were sorry, you were so ashamed,
I laughed and waved it off, I couldn't stand for you to be blamed.
But you complete me like the moon completes the ocean,
Because without the moon, the water would have no motion,
No real beauty, just flat and stale, like old Coke,
But you make me feel beautiful and clean, like a good hot soak.
You probably think I'm a bit crazy, probably, just a little,
Because we've talked about how a cat could play a fiddle.
Sometimes I lay awake and miss you,
My lips want to reach up and kiss you,
I'd send you a love letter, true and sincere,
Anything to bring you back here.
I know it's your job, to travel and make sure leaders don't chafe
Each other the wrong way, but I just want you to be safe.
That's never guaranteed, life's only as long as we make it,
And I shiver and quake at the thought that a bullet could take it.
Some days, you look at me and smile, like you're the happiest in the world,
But other days, you looked like your mind's been spun and twirled.
Any day, though, you tell me you love me, and I believe you,
Because you make those three little words ring so true.
The days when they don't pay you your checks are the worst,
We feel like a storm cloud, about to spark and burst.
Those metallic pennies and whispery dollar bills
They're all we've got to pay for your pills.
The doctors says you might live,
But you say life's dripping through you like a sieve.
I wish you wouldn't talk like that, all down and blue,
I want you to live forever, and a day, too.
There isn't much hope, but there's still a grain or two still,
Like maybe it was a fluke and this is the cancer that doesn't kill.
We're deluding ourselves, and we know that.
Soon, it'll be your turn up to bat.
I just wanted you to know I love you with all my heart,
And death won't separate us forever, it's just some time apart.
I guess this is my last goodbye, and I want to make it count.
I can say our love was too great to be any amount,
It stretched across borders and continents and seas,
And took delight in simple things, like limes, and cats, and trees.
We always had our little garden, with the roses sprawled out in a mess,
The golden lilies like maidens in a lovely dress,
The marigolds adding a burst of yellow,
The snapdragons waving a hello.
This was only in the spring and summer, though,
And in the winter, our garden was buried in the snow.
I'll bring you some of our roses, and some of the mint you liked,
Maybe a smooth stone from by the river where we hiked.
My time's up, but it's still running overall,
While you're trying to catch up to yours, strong and tall
As I see you at night in my dream.
You remind me love is more than it seems.






 
 
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