When I remember,
that you would still love me tomorrow,
even if I wasn't here,
-
it makes me wait.
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Living a day with you,
is closer than I would ever be,
six feet in the ground.
I cannot hold you, while I lie in my grave.
I cannot imagine the day
you plant my body like a seed,
and water the earth above me,
praying for any ounce of feeling.
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I know that you would still love me
tomorrow.
And that you will love me
everyday.
I know that you would love me,
as a sunrise
and as the frost on the field
and as the smiles you see on other's faces.
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It makes me think of the infinite days
I will have,
being loved by you.
And how much better they would be,
if I lay in your arms.
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I would rather hold you,
than be the sunset you cry to.
I would rather guide you,
than be your star in the sky.
I would rather chase you in the snow,
than be the snowflake that lands on your cheek.
And I would rather be the last one you kissed,
than your last kiss.
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So, I will wait another day.
Stay another day.
Live another day.
Breathe another day,
And feel every feeling.
-
Until tomorrow comes, again.
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Oh. My. Gosh.
THIS STANZA, I REPEAT, THIS STANZA:
"I would rather hold you,
than be the sunset you cry to.
I would rather guide you,
than be your star in the sky.
I would rather chase you in the snow,
than be the snowflake that lands on your cheek.
And I would rather be the last one you kissed,
than your last kiss."
Oh. MY. GOSH. I don't know how to explain it, but it hits SO hard and it's SO beautifully written. Even though I believe this poem is written about a romantic love interest, I can relate to the main idea in this stanza in so many ways. For example, as a kid I used to fight a bit with my best friend (heh, some kids [me, I started it I admit] are so immature and pick fights over nothing...). I was so stubborn, and even though I knew I was in the wrong, I was still waiting for her to apologize (for doing nothing wrong!). I was such a drama queen, and I kept thinking, "When is she going to apologize? I'd rather she get over it and we make up so that we can be friendsies again instead of this game of back and forth and her crying over it..."
Anyways, loved the poem, and LOVED LOVED LOVED that stanza!!!!
P.S... How do I quote a part of a post properly? I've seen it in other reviews where people quote a part and it appears with a yellowish background but I'm not sure how to do it...
Also, though I related that stanza to a fight between friends, I did interpret it more as the character played by the author considering the possibility of not being with the lover alive but still wanting to be with them through everything. That stanza just made me think of so many things...
Thank you so so so much! <33
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I really enjoyed this poem. It didn’t give things away too quickly, despite being relatively short. The “it makes me wait” is very intriguing, I want to know what you’re waiting for and I appreciate that you expand on what waiting means for you and your loved one, what impulsivity would mean, you still being loved but being reduced to the symbols of how we feel our lost loved ones.
This is subjective because of course it’s a short poem and about the feeling of love specifically, I would have enjoyed more details on what it feels like to be loved and how that love encourages you to see the good in the world even if that good is only your one person. What do they show you about the world that makes you want to stick around, besides the vague notion of love?
This is well written and I really enjoyed the imagery!