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Today, I packed away your pictures.
And the way I folded away your smile
Felt like I was losing you for good
I took a walk to clear my head
And found something unexpected
I stepped out into the street
And the way the sun touched my shoulders
Seemed like your arms around me
I passed a candy shop
And the way the sugar scorched and browned
Became the precise shade of your hair
I lay down in the park
And the way the grass tickled me
Felt a little like your fingertips on my skin
I stayed and watched the setting sun
And the way it colored the sky a warm pink
Became the same soft color of your lips
You used to blush when I kissed you.
I saw that in the sunset, too.
Then I waited until the stars came out
And the way the they lit the night
Looked like your eyes when lit with a smile
I saw you in the world around me
And I even though your pictures were gone
I knew I'd lost nothing at all.
And the way I folded away your smile
Felt like I was losing you for good
I took a walk to clear my head
And found something unexpected
I stepped out into the street
And the way the sun touched my shoulders
Seemed like your arms around me
I passed a candy shop
And the way the sugar scorched and browned
Became the precise shade of your hair
I lay down in the park
And the way the grass tickled me
Felt a little like your fingertips on my skin
I stayed and watched the setting sun
And the way it colored the sky a warm pink
Became the same soft color of your lips
You used to blush when I kissed you.
I saw that in the sunset, too.
Then I waited until the stars came out
And the way the they lit the night
Looked like your eyes when lit with a smile
I saw you in the world around me
And I even though your pictures were gone
I knew I'd lost nothing at all.
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please let me get what i want.
For two hundred and eighty four days, I woke up. I woke up with this bone-deep ache that never went away. I woke up to an incessant question playing in my mind that would never be answered. I woke up alone.
For two hundred and eighty four days, I woke up without you when I woke up at all. The thing about time is that it never does make anything better. It just means more space to think. It means sleepless nights trying to figure it all out. When it went wrong. How to make it better. It means slowly losing my mind. But it never once meant getting over you.
It's funny how the things you think you've forgotten always come rushing back when you
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A Moment Together
There's a romantic song in the way you speak,
A scent of cranberry in the touch of your skin.
And when I stir the love in your eyes,
I could feel your lips on my skin.
I could never feel enough of your hands on my chest,
The scent of your fingers on my lips,
The sound of your whispers in my dreams,
The sweetness of your love in my ears.
I wish the days with you could last forever,
The taste of you could linger like summer.
The days of our love coming together,
Like the sweetness of you I will always remember.
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Emotions On My Sleeves
I love the way you wear your smile,
Like the way you say I wear my emotions on my sleeves.
And every day I can't seem to see enough,
And every time I crave to be shown more.
I've always thought of things to do on a day like this,
Holding your hands just the way it is.
And my heart opens up to you like a wish forever,
So happy that I can hardly believe.
So now I'm hoping to tell you I love you before you do,
To tell you how beautiful you are before you take my breath away.
And apparently my emotions are betraying me on my sleeves again,
As I find myself suddenly smiling into your mind stealing kiss.
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I'm afraid of forgetting her, but maybe my fears are groundless. She is everything I see.
The only thing I can't seem to find is the exact quirk of her smile. That was always my favorite part, as I'm sure many of you are tired of hearing.
Story poems aren't really my forte, to be honest. This is the most narrative I've ever been, I think, but trying something new is cool, too. Please do tell me if I got it right or if I missed the mark
Anyway.
Loves.
The only thing I can't seem to find is the exact quirk of her smile. That was always my favorite part, as I'm sure many of you are tired of hearing.
Story poems aren't really my forte, to be honest. This is the most narrative I've ever been, I think, but trying something new is cool, too. Please do tell me if I got it right or if I missed the mark
Anyway.
Loves.
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yep u got it right - this is about your comentary...