Author's Note: This is a compilation of writings from 12/5 - 12/12, written while I was in the RCA field. I enjoyed writing them (except for "Noble", which woke me up at 05:30 and had to be written down immediately - what a dick), and I hope that you enjoy reading them.
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"Star"
Moonlight casts a gentle halo around your head, a small hint of your true nature, glowing in the evening. A million stars smile down upon you and each of them wishes you sweet dreams.
Lost among their shining whispers is my voice, telling you to sleep soundly and with a smile upon your face. For there is nothing in heaven or on earth that compares to the splendor that is you.
And I know that they hold a secret - for when the stars wish you sweet dreams, they really hope that in your slumber you would come and join them, for only then could they say that truly the brightest star was finally among them.
And by your mere presence, somehow, they all would shine just a little bit brighter.
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"Whisper"
I barely heard your voice, but the merest whisper was enough. Simply hearing you brought about the image of your smiling face, and though the day was cold my heart grew warm.
The simple sound of your voice is like the springtime, and all that is cold within me melts when you whisper.
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"Close My Eyes"
At night I lay down and close my eyes. I smile a silly little smile as I think of you doing the same.
At least we have that much in common.
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"Rock"
I will never tell you how I feel because the thought of what I could lose terrifies me. Cowardice makes the prospect of "never was" more appealing than "was" and my lips, like a sprung bear trap, clamp tightly shut when I'm around you.
I'm conflicted. Caught between the rock of fear and the hard place of what could be. If only I spoke up. If only.
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"You"
If I were a king, my kingdom would be grey without you.
If I were a rich man my money would be worthless if you weren't there.
If I were a strong man my arms would go weak without you.
But I am just a man. Alone.
Without you.
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"Writing"
Sometimes I don't know what I want to write. I start writing anyway to see what might happen. Sometimes, while doing this, you come into my thoughts. When this happens it doesn't matter what I write or if it's even good - I have a smile on my face.
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"Care"
Like a firefly in the summer air, you float through life, radiating a beauty and light that is unique and rare. Your bright eyes and childlike smile cannot be captured and put in a jar, for much like the firefly, if they were, they would die.
This writing doesn't make sense. It had a point and I completely lost it. But it's being written as I think of you, so I really don't care.
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"Noble"
A princess is loved for her royal birth
A queen because of her rule
*But I love you simply because of your worth
I love you for being you
(*Alternate version has the preceding two lines as follows: "But most women are not born of noble worth/We just love you for being you" - Just an FYI because I couldn't pick between which one I liked better. By the way, the flow of the rest of the poem changes in these next few verses)
No need for fineries, crowns, or jewels to
beautify your face
Your eyes and lips and
the smile you share will
quicken my heart's pace.
Don't cover your face with
a gossamer veil like
a princess of the East
Don't look down your nose
like a Western queen
expecting men to bow at
your feet.
Just be yourself - that much
will do
No need to act elite
For the simple loveliness
of you
will make anyone's heart skip
a beat
