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I was probably too excited to meet you. I've
sat on this bench for the past two hours,
here, just daydreaming
and secretly hoping you'd be early too.
I met loads of people. One lady
I wrote a poem about you
I called it 'I wrote a poem about you
My heart spoke to my mind
My pen wrote words that were hard to find
Nevertheless I wrote you a poem
To tell you that I don't know who you are
I am half universe, half me.The power of stars, whole galaxies absorbs at me.The sun lives in me, through me, surrounding me.I am the universe & the universe is me.No boundaries, just love.
Temporary completion, I took it so personally
It was something I was craving for an eternity
I was so desperate.
I craved something so real and profound
Dear Numbers,
You represent that which words can easily explain.
You represent something lonely and lost.
You are solitary objects that only result in a continual pattern
of more numbers to be defined.
like the seats on the bus in the morning,
be occupied
be taken up with warmth
with different stories
and different perspectives
be overpopulated
because when the takers come to take
I scream as my sanity cries out for the one thing to fill the cavity that has been left in my chest.
I cry as I know my chance was stolen from me. Stolen by the selfishness of the women who birthed me.
In this dark and open public space,
My eyes meet the gaze of a warm, but ghostly face.
I felt alone until the face appeared across the way,
My loneliness would escape me and I could not look away.
I lovethe way she shovesme down on the bed.Our heads/
spinning,with sweetnessbetween the sheets beginning.
/
Searching for the light
I am the best friend
found in the night.
The smile adorning my face
matches the smile in my soul.
Others perhaps fail to give grace,
I strive to make others whole.
Hearts are just one big puzzle,
They are easily broken,
But they can be fixed,
Some pieces won't fit,
Because there simply incompatible,
With enough patience,
And the right touch,
How much do I love you?
How much do you care?
What I would do for just your kiss and your stare?
These questions frequently run through my mind.
Sometimes it scares me, I wish I could hide.
