PHIRE

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first love

If today he did not notice, I'm sure tomorrow he will not care...I know he saw me look his way, a long glance short of a stare... Fascinating to see how I remember, he reminds me of someone I knew... The tweaks of my thoughts, cause me not to believe it's really you... A quick glimpse into the past, thanks for the present, glad that you stopped by... Looking back on yesterday, it's startling to your face, at night when I close my eyes... Grasping on to a dream, but with you in hand I can not close... These are sentiments from a mind that is traumatized, With my heart I enclose Tell me that I'm normal, and that you notice, and that you care... Staring now, he sees me, I'm in a trance, I can only hear, Hellloooo Are You There....

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		hymnagen says: Real nice flow to this piece poems by this commentor Good Karma A Hero's Remembrance Missing U

OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY PHIRE

Beautiful Brown

Blue sky's covered the rose that grew brown

Cloudy past with no present it was found
Clear rain washed the dust from each thorn
As the sunshine dried , leaves that were worn
Strong winds blew as petals filled the air
The moonlight brighten, a rose so rare
A look not desired, misunderstood better said
Beautifully brown was the Rose not grown red

Clouds

Sitting here watching you pass, I reflex on the past...why could my first not be my last...
Thoughts that shall go unanswered I guess, sitting here watching you progress
The wind blows as I see you off into yonder, I will forever sit here and wonder...watching the clouds

Again

Let it be written that every morning before school would start Was the beginning of a search for a high school sweetheart With wondering eyes many were looked over though few overlooked Opened doors pulled out chairs even made offers to carry books Rejection after rejection began to cut wounds, deep into the marrow Garnered no looks for love every eye was focused on the sparrow Free to have freedom, why does the caged bird still sing Discouraged and lonely afraid of what tomorrow will bring Close the door, push in the chair, no more offers on the books Wondering eyes now examine, better position of view to overlook As the search came to an end, bittersweet was left the heart It was wrote that after every morning, over again was the start.

TRAUMA

Our Story

Do you remember the first time you saw my face,
you were walking to class, while I gave chase,
like a crazy kid placed in a candy store ,
You had those eyes, smile, and cheeks I adored.

From that moment you had me though I hid the fact,
Didnâ€™t really think you were interested like that
At home constantly thinking how you made me grin,
You making me smile, wasnâ€™t even a thought then.

Phone lines tied for hours when can we meet again,
Our story starts with history now our history can begin,
We talked through the night at times no words were said,
You sleeping with a smile was all going through my head.

Year one turns to year two could this really be true,
Coming back to you fresh I believe we lived deja vu,
Away from home you felt the same, I had to re adjust,
You brought with you that smile and your heart I could trust.

While you were gone some n...

TRAUMA

Beautiful Brown

Clouds

Again

TRAUMA

Our Story

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