You..

by Chandni

Published December 1, 2005

There I was lying next to you
And I think, wow my wish it really did come true
So now I'm writing this poem
Looking back, how it all began

First time I saw your Face
I felt really weird something suddenly rushed into me
It was like an unexpected apple falling on my head from out of a tree

I felt like I needed to get to know you pretty soon or quick
As the days passed by and I kept seeing you
The more Special you became to me
I felt like there was some kind of Connectivity

Every star I wished upon, held the same wish deep down in its center
The wish that would bring eachother in our lives.
This was my goal, my point, my destiny
You becoming my Friend ment the world to me

And I know its sounds real crazy cuz I didn't even know you...
But now that things have gotten so far and we know exactly who we are,
I look back and Remember,

The weird feelings, the connectivity and the wishing upon the stars...
I know now they ment something,
I didn't feel and wish so much for nothing.
Even if it did give me a bump on my head that unexpected apple from the tree.
Knowing you,having your friendship and trust is the best thing that ever happenend to me...

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Chandni
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Chandni commented Comment · Dec 12, 2005

hey you guys got nymore comments on this ??

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Elizabeth
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Elizabeth commented Comment · Dec 1, 2005

DEFFINATELY REMINDS ME OF ROY
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LOVELY! It remids me so much about Roy. I love peoms I can relate to. EXELLENT!!

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Brian
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Brian wrote a review Review · Dec 1, 2005

I thought that this was okay. It was melodramatic, but not terribly so, and it's a bit jumpy in places, such as:
I felt like I needed to get to know you pretty soon or quick
As the days passed by and I kept seeing you
The more Special you became to me
I felt like there was some kind of Connectivity

The first line in that stanza contrasts a lot in terms of tone with the rest of the stanza. Getting rid of it would not detriment the rest, and would keep a consistent tone.



How odd I can have all this inside me and to you it’s just words.
— David Foster Wallace