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[Squirt]

There's a stark white feather, floating around
Somewhere in the world, and I think I know where it is.
I think it landed on the doorstep of a
Very special person, even though he may not agree.
I think he doesn't know it's on his doorstep.
I think he doesn't know it's always there, and
It's been there for a while.
I think he doesn't know it means I'm thinking about him always.
He may never know.
I have to admit, it is a tiny feather.
In this busy, preoccupied world
It is easy to overlook such a tiny, common thing.
I wonder what would happen if one day he did know.
Would he pick it up and carry it with him?
Would he see it, and send me one?
Or would he see it and forget about it?
What if the feather blew away?
No, that wouldn't happen.
What if a million feathers showed up?
Would he see them then?
Too much wondering.
I'm tired of wondering.
The same thoughts and images and wishes every day
Tend to get a little tiring.
I wish I was the tiny, common thing on his doorstep.
I wish I was always there.
But I refuse to give up hope.
No one knows what the future holds.
Until the future gets here,
That feather isn't going to budge.
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-- squirt
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"baked. not fried. it's the healthy choice."
"the sweet cotton candy kiss of trancendental bliss."
fuck plur! it's all about the hardcore ass fucking!
((official founding member of the stuck up/8 up crew))

 

[Mellabopper]

aww squirt this is a sweet poem

i have definitely been in your position before - where you're like 'oh my god i love you' and the other person is just like 'dum de do, la de da,' having no clue at all... its totally killer. but you never know, things might work out

love works in odd ways and sometimes when you're about to give up hope, things turn up and everything works out...

good luck to you
Mellabopper
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animals are for petting!
"does anyone know where we are? because i think i dont have a clue"
"damn the man, save the empire!" - empire records
Corruption is key.

 

[Laila]

Thank you for this poem... it really sparks up a special memory for me. I do have a smile on my face, because I remember the exilerating feelings I had with that particular guy. For aren't we all feathers? It's a matter of who will notice the beauty of a feather...

 

[soulfly]

a feather falling from the wing of an angel
a feather that that has never been inspected closely enough, because everyone has passed it off as nothing more than a feather from a common bird
but i'm sure he knows...
and i hope that everything turns out the way you want it to...

 

[Crow]

 

[Ariela]

Beautifully done, hon. I hope that the person you're writing about realizes how precious that feather is and protects it with his life. You're worth it. And I think we've all been there, with varied results.