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You say you want a love poem
and I say I'll write it soon
you say you want it to have charm like Rome
but I say it'll have mystery like the moon
You say you want it to move you
but I want to keep you right where you are
you say you want proof I love you
and I say you're my only shining star
You said you wanted me
and I said I wanted you too
but really you wanted love for free
as I got nothing back from you
and I say I'll write it soon
you say you want it to have charm like Rome
but I say it'll have mystery like the moon
You say you want it to move you
but I want to keep you right where you are
you say you want proof I love you
and I say you're my only shining star
You said you wanted me
and I said I wanted you too
but really you wanted love for free
as I got nothing back from you
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A Special Kind of You
You have a special kind of presence
Welcoming emerald leaves
All wrapped up in shimmering light
With dappled waters below
Singing tunes that vibrate off the mountains
And ring to the skies above
In areas of nothingness
You Shine
Literature
Someone
I want someone...who would
Wake me up in the middle of the night
With a text out of nowhere that says,
'Just letting you know I love you.'
I want someone...who would
Call me beautiful
Without even seeing me that day.
I want someone...who would call me
Just so I would say 'hello'
Because they just wanted to hear my voice.
I want someone who loves rain.
I want someone...who'd kiss my scars.
I want someone who'd tell me they need me
Every single day.
I want someone...to love me.
That's all I want in life...
I want to love and be loved.♥
Literature
When We Were Special
I remember days
When the world was new
And the stars lived their lives in beautiful formation
When we knelt to kiss the buttercups
And rubbed dandelion juice across our pale, paper-thin eyelids
To stain them the color of sunshine
Days when we knew our places
In the shimmering galaxy that burned with life and love
I remember warm skin:
Not the kind that ached to be slashed and then shed
So that we could finally escape
The slender, sticky spider web ropes
In those days we ran through headstones
Our small feet painted with mud and toenail polish
Stomping over the dead
And disturbing the sleep that they worked so hard for
Without
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Meh, I don't much like it, but maybe you will...?
© 2012 - 2024 Al-Morning
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I dont think I ever actually told you how much I love this poem. Honestly, its easily one of my favorites of yours.
ahhh...stop writing so beautifully..
ahhh...stop writing so beautifully..