My true love?

I walk in the woods,
my feet crushing leaves.
Thinking about the time I dreamed
we were making out at that movie starring Keanu Reeves.

We have never met,
though I feel we've known each other for years.
I always think of the way
you'd protect me from anyone who'd cause me tears.

I've seen your face in my dreams,
your smile lighting up me life.
I can't help thinking
What it would be like to be your wife.

You are probably already taken,
by someone you love.
You give me a feeling I've never had,
you unknowingly shine love on me from above.

It's going to take a long time
to get over this infutuation.
Weeks, months, years,
I'm not sure how long from this disposition.

I stop suddenly,
seeing a flash of color.
I call out,
you step out and my heart melts like butter.

I'm close enough to kiss you,
then I wake up, covered with sweat.
I wipe my forehead and think to myself-
is it possible my true love is someone I've never met?

Aspects of life

The orange ball flies through the air,
The team chases it, hanging of their bodies are their clothes from the Bon
The ball reminds me of life, the cycle never stops,
But goes on and on and on.

Wind rustles through the trees,
weaving around and under the branches and leaves
It reminds me of how we take things for granted,
meanwhile, the wind gives off a wheez.

A peaceful stream, so calm and innocent,
just like a loving kiss.
Not a soul to disturb it,
or to dis.

A small white house on a hill,
a dusty old tire swing, swaying only slightly.
The college student who used to play there,
wipes her eyes and drives away, clutching the stering wheel tightly.

Night Visions

He kisses me gently on the head,
he would never hurt me.
He stares into my eyes, not loosening his grip,
his hug is very soothing, giving me a sense of security.

"This is my true love," I think to myself
"I've waited for so long. . ."
I wake up in bed, shivering in the cold,
he doesn't exist,I think, but i could be wrong.

I walk to the window and stare at the stars,
so glittery and bright.
A tear runs down my face,
I hug myself for warmth in the cold, lonely night.

I wipe away the tear and think hay fever,
and chuckle to myself.
I try not to think of the dream,
and blame my emotional conflict on my health.

Denying my sadness,
that my true love is not with me.
I walk through the mall,
as distraught as could be.

I bump into a guy, cause I'm not paying attention.
I stop to say my apologizes.
He looks like my true love,
my dream guy in my fantasies.

Summers Past

Music wasn't so trashing and violence wasn't so violent.
We could see the stars at night before we went our seperate ways.
We used to go biking, swimming and such
during those carefree summer days.

We would go to the county fair and ride the rides,
The light smell of hay and soda and hot dogs filled the air.
We could sleep in on Tuesdays and Saturdays alike,
we didn't worry about anything and we basically didn't care.

We'd stay up late and talk about guys,
we'd dance to the radio and do all the singing.
We'd tell each other secrets, not wanting it to end,
Not worrying about what the coming school semester was bringing.

No one ever bothered us, not giving us limitations.
We rode past the most beautiful viiews on the way to your house
The mountains peeking out from behind the trees,
I wish I could stand there again and look at them,quiet as a mouse.

When the fourth of July rolled around,
fireworks are on everyone's mind.
Children twirled sparkelers
and they seemed not to compared to landmines.

Sitting on the Berry Blanket,
waiting for the start of the celebration.
. The celebration, of the birthday
of our very nation.

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Note: This poem was published in the book Searching for Answers by The Poetry Guild.

I know we will see each other again;
somewhere down the line.
When we see each other,
I hope you will still be mine.

Well, I know you gotta run,
and your ride is waiting for you, even I know you don't wanna leave me.
It really has been fun.
We'll be together again, you'll see.