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I complete nothing that I…
I feel like I complete everything that I…
I know that I can complete something that I…
Try to do.
Why to do?
Why do you?
When should we?
Should we see?
The sea?
Bizarre Love Triangle…
What I wanted was not what I…
Wanted to be…
Or thought I needed to be…
Or dreamed I wanted to be…
Or thought I could see…
By the sea.
And you and me and aquamarie
Dreamed a faery-tale of melody
And once in a while
When I turn the dial
I can hear
You’re dreaming of me
And you're seaing of me
And you’re believing in me
And all those other pretty things
That I want to complete
That I know I can’t complete
Because
I am not me.
Why can’t we be like ourselves like yesterday?
But I am yourself.
And you are myself.
And we are ourselves.
In our dreams of being dreams upon the beams of the sea.
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Great final line, and I was impressed with your control throughout the rest of the poem. A good poet always hears the sound of the poem as well as what's in the words, and the sound here is very rhythmic, undulating, like the sea.
I particularly love the last phrase. It bounces in your mouth and makes your tongue do strange things when you read it aloud. You have a good eye for rhythm ;)
