A poem. In the midst of pitch darkness
You are my light
In the midst of glaring brightness
You are my cool shadow
In the midst of chaos and confusion
You are my order
In the midst of doubt and not knowing
You are my certainty
In the midst of sadness and wishes of death
You are my happiness
In the midst of tears
You are my smile
In the midst of clashing noise
You are my music
In the midst of screaming
You are my song
When the entire universe presses down on my head
And all the demons of Hell try to possess me
You are my safe place
When you are gone
The sun will shine less brightly
and the stars will dim
Because there will be one less person
Who it is worth shining for.
--- Breathing is important! If you don't breathe, your sound will deteriorate, your phrasing will suffer, and you will die.
Re: A poem. Strikes a chord within me - I can relate that to how I feel about someone! Lovely poem
--- The difference between an amateur and a professional: the amateur practises until it's right; the professional practises until it never goes wrong.
Re: A poem. I thinks it good for people to have another person who means that much to them ... it helps if it's at least vaguely mutual though.
--- The difference between an amateur and a professional: the amateur practises until it's right; the professional practises until it never goes wrong.
Re: A poem. Well, he is a good friend, and one of the few people who I am absolutely certain care about me.
However, there will be no relationship between us, as he is unfortunately married and head-over-heels in love with his wife.
--- Breathing is important! If you don't breathe, your sound will deteriorate, your phrasing will suffer, and you will die.
Re: A poem. Ah ... that's not overly useful. However it must be nice to know that he geniunely cares anyway. I think my person genuinely cared for a couple of months, but never as deeply as I cared, and still do, for him.
I have no idea why it's so good to have someone special in one's life, even if it's not mutual. I just know that I'd be lost without him, despite the fact he doesn't care for me anywhere near as much as I care for him
--- The difference between an amateur and a professional: the amateur practises until it's right; the professional practises until it never goes wrong.
