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If I had cried that night
would you have cared?
If I had told you that night
would you still have left?
I was strong where I should have been weak
There was silence where I should have spoken
If I could, I would go back just to say
I love you, my dragon
You were my dragon
a rock to keep my steady
a condle on a dark night
but I let you go
I can't hear your voice anymore
telling me "It'll be alright"
I can't watch you as you sleep
when for once you were at peace
If i had told you
If only I had told you
My dragon, always my dragon,
I love you.
would you have cared?
If I had told you that night
would you still have left?
I was strong where I should have been weak
There was silence where I should have spoken
If I could, I would go back just to say
I love you, my dragon
You were my dragon
a rock to keep my steady
a condle on a dark night
but I let you go
I can't hear your voice anymore
telling me "It'll be alright"
I can't watch you as you sleep
when for once you were at peace
If i had told you
If only I had told you
My dragon, always my dragon,
I love you.
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Dragons
Dragons still exist.
They're still out there. They hide from us. They don't really need to, as we live too fast to notice them. But they still hide from us, just to make sure.
You see, they like observing us. We interest them unendingly. They love simply hovering over an open mall, or following someone at a distance for a short while. At night, they return to their clan home and tell the other dragons what they have seen. Gossip, if you will. If you're interesting enough to them you might have a whole family silently watching you.
If a dragon likes you, it will protect you from physical harm- a big jump to the sidewalk from the middle of a
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Dragons
In my dreams I ride on dragons
Of fire and dew, blood-red
And pure white. In my dreams
I have the confidence to love my body,
But this is dream-shown in the way I flaunt it
And in the way They want it
As They want others. I am
Not the stunted one, second-best with the speech impediment.
I do not compete endlessly with those
Of the bee-stung lips, fragile bones sliding
Smoothly under untainted skin. My dragons and I,
We soar through clouds made of the souls lost
To the soul-less. Our sun is hidden beyond
The mountains in the distance. Those tall towers
With words carved into them,
Words I cannot read from this distance. We
fly
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Dragons
Dragons.
Some say they never were,
And were birthed from imagination.
The same say that fantasy
Is the realm of children and the insane.
To believe in the magical,
the mythical,
And the fantastic
Is to be as a child or a madman.
I am neither and I believe in dragons.
The majestic Lords of skie
Born of fire.
In an averie of flames
The eggs lie
Warmed by mothers breath.
Emerging weak and hungry,
Parchment wings
Unfurl for the first time.
Infant sings
For mothers attention.
Noble, proud and powerful
Lords of the skie
Reach the very stars with
A thermal sigh
And one thunderous wingbeat.
Upon the winds they soar
Swooping,
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ok, a little background: This is a mis of two poems that i wrote my sophomore year about my ex, whose nickname was Dragon. I found them a coupla days ago and wrote this from them. hope you all like it!
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Beautiful... To be honest, it kind of reminds me of actual Dragons, who I sometimes imagine in dire times to at least encourage me, even if they're just imaginary. That's just my take on it, though.