Teen Crush Poem

Dreaming Of The One You Love

I am thirteen and I have secretly been writing poetry since fourth grade. This one is very special to me, because one of my favorite things to write about is dreaming. I do happen to have some trouble with sleeping, so I wrote this. I like this one. I hope you do too! :)

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The Sobs Of A Goodbye

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Published: December 15, 2017

In the calmness. In the stillness. In the silence I awake,
Waiting in great patience for the egg of dawn to break.

For hair is golden thread woven from my golden harp.
Be careful touching things if you don't know if they are sharp.

In the calmness in the stillness in the silence my thoughts stream
Waiting in great patience for the arrival a dream.

Far away I know you thrive in golden heaps and piles.
Far away you live each day for miles and for miles.

Away from me you sleep each night content in your own mind.
Away from you I dream broken dreams of memories unrefined.

I wish before I sleep that I might see your long lost face,
For I'll never see you out of dreams. This is the only place.

So your fingers pull my heartstrings, and I wait for it to end.
In the calmness, stillness I await for any friend.

Fragments of my memories. I dream them, unrefined.
Far away you sleep in Finland, content in your own mind.

In the calmness. In the stillness. In the silence my thoughts stream
Waiting in great patience for the arrival of a dream.

Each night I lay alone, hoping that I might find a way to you.
After the fragments of my memories that I am forced to suffer through.

Each night I lay awake, longing for something to light my way.
When I see a light, I open my eyes to see it's only the light of day.

I lay my head down soundly on my pillow; I start to cry.
Muffled in the linens are the sobs of a goodbye.

I know I'll never dream of you. I try so hard. I try.

Muffled in the linens are the sobs of a goodbye...

Hair is but golden thread. All is not what it may seem
While waiting in great patience for the arrival of a dream.

In the calmness. In the stillness. In the silence my thoughts stream
Waiting in great patience.

For the arrival of a dream.

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