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I think you're beautiful.
Sorry I didn't say before.
I walk by here everyday.
I tried,
But there are reasons why
Why I refrain.
Some people would stare,
Be unsure,
Ask questions.
Because you have a peculiar kind of beauty.
One uniquely yours.
People ask who you are,
Say you're weird.
They throw you down,
Stare you down,
Feel your frown,
But I don't,
Because I see what is uniquely yours.
And don't worry,
'Cause I'm here.
When people say we're too similar,
As close as humans can go,
I won't care.
Let them stare.
Because sometimes life just isn't fair.
I love you, my girl.
Your beauty,
Your person,
My sight sees that
This is our version.
This is our own kind of love,
One unlike any other.
Just like you,
I can see through
And I will be uniquely yours.
Sorry I didn't say before.
I walk by here everyday.
I tried,
But there are reasons why
Why I refrain.
Some people would stare,
Be unsure,
Ask questions.
Because you have a peculiar kind of beauty.
One uniquely yours.
People ask who you are,
Say you're weird.
They throw you down,
Stare you down,
Feel your frown,
But I don't,
Because I see what is uniquely yours.
And don't worry,
'Cause I'm here.
When people say we're too similar,
As close as humans can go,
I won't care.
Let them stare.
Because sometimes life just isn't fair.
I love you, my girl.
Your beauty,
Your person,
My sight sees that
This is our version.
This is our own kind of love,
One unlike any other.
Just like you,
I can see through
And I will be uniquely yours.
Literature
A Lover of Sorts
A wandering ace roamed far and wide
Hoping to catch some education in stride,
But Western Wedding University, dead set,
Asked her, “Have you found a lover yet?”
She said, “I am looking for one, of course,
But they must only be a lover of sorts.”
“Of sorts?” McVay curiously replied.
The ace only smiled, heart filling with pride,
For he knew not everyone could understand
That all he ever wanted was to hold someone’s hand
And cuddle at sunset on a cold winter’s night
While drinking hot cocoa by the campfire light.
A kiss or two but nothing more,
Anything else he would abhor.
A lover of sorts woul
Literature
Cadence
it was the softest idea that occurred to me,
while tracing the fresh memory of
your fingers on my skin,
calming me, like the sun going down on the wet, green earth;
this was the tenderness in your face as my tired tears
wet the cushions.
I was wholly encased in your warmth.
there I was slowly suspended, embryonic;
not still, but in a state of cadence,
returning to myself - harmonic
and returning.
you've seen me,
I arrive back to you every morning at the end of my long journeys,
the night still fresh in my cold hair
and the smell of quiet lingering between my fingers;
all the stars still clinging to my clothes and
I arrive at your body. th
Literature
Matchstick
irreplaceable yet unnecessary
leave me in your retrospect
where you found me, unwanted & with a question mark over my head
or a Matchstick, maybe
I'm the fire you started &
couldn't put out
the one you doused &
the One you'll freeze without.
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Six words: Oh, my goodness!! BEST POEM EVER!! This one almost brought me to tears!! Please write more!! It's been soooooooo looooong!!!!