In the Air

In the Air
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Im breaking down,
Im crying,
I miss you in my life,
Come on,
Give me something,
Notice me,
I dont know what i can do anymore,
And now im alone and looking out,
And im waiting on the end,
For you,
How extreme will i need to be,
To get you to notice me,
From the summer air,
To the winter chill,
I can barely bare
This tough hill,
This giant obstical,
In the way from me getting you,
I will change, for you,
For myself, because when i get you, my life will be complete,
A giant relief
I sigh, as i look into the sky,
Breathing in your air,
Turning rosy red in ectasy and nervousness,
A slight bonus,
Would be for you to be rosy too,
A new untrue venture,
For me to be with you.

~Daniel Chapman

Promise

I know i havent posted in 4 days but i havent had a chance to write, so to make up for it, ill post 4 today.

I wrote this for my english class when we were talking about Emily Dickinson so here it is,

Promise
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You told me you' never leave,
The fact that you lied,
Hurt me, left me within a weave,
Of tangled lies, left behind,
For one to forever see.

I sit now in front of your grave,
I whimper as i start to breath,
Reminded of how,
You promised me,
How you would never leave me unable to see.

"You promised me!",
I cry as i look into the air,
Wishing i could see your golden hair,
Your shining face once more,
As i remembered it, before you left me,
Please?

As To Why?

So i just got a resurgence of emotions from watching a video of someone dear to me and wrote another poem :

As To Why?
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Why cant i explain this,
Its at the tip of my tongue,
As to why?
Why your so captivating,
Exhilarating,
Hilarious,
Never afraid to make a fool of yourself,
Just to be with you by myself,
You know how to have a good time,
And not afraid of the why,
The why you do these things,
But i dont care, All those lemmings,
They just walk on with their dreary lives,
But im cast aside,
To notice you, To be akin to you,
But I love to ensue
Your acts, to follow along and misconstrue
Your actions, As if a cue
For you to pretend to care,
As long as im not there afterwards,
But we both know were just a bunch of nerds,
So as a final word of passing,
A sortve docking of my faulting,
Because even though its over,
I cant find my center.

~Daniel Chapman