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Dear lover,
I know you're reading every word.
Hello, by the way.
Dear lover,
You worry that every poem is about you.
I'm sorry
I just can't keep you off my mind.
Dear lover,
When I think about you
I think of:
stars and wristbands and magic and yellow
Do you still think about me?
Dear lover,
Some day I want to find a stop sign and vandalize it until it says
"Dont Stop Believing"
And I want to smile everytime I see sidewalk chalk drawings because it reminds me of you,
And I want to look up at the moon knowing that my name is there.
I want to dance around under maple trees and sing gospel songs while you tell me what you think about the world.
I want to be happy.
Dear lover,
Let's just live for today,
Let's just live for a smile,
Let's just live for each other.
Dear lover,
Let's just live.
I know you're reading every word.
Hello, by the way.
Dear lover,
You worry that every poem is about you.
I'm sorry
I just can't keep you off my mind.
Dear lover,
When I think about you
I think of:
stars and wristbands and magic and yellow
Do you still think about me?
Dear lover,
Some day I want to find a stop sign and vandalize it until it says
"Dont Stop Believing"
And I want to smile everytime I see sidewalk chalk drawings because it reminds me of you,
And I want to look up at the moon knowing that my name is there.
I want to dance around under maple trees and sing gospel songs while you tell me what you think about the world.
I want to be happy.
Dear lover,
Let's just live for today,
Let's just live for a smile,
Let's just live for each other.
Dear lover,
Let's just live.
Literature
Gone With The Wind
I've packed a
l i f e t i m e
in a 20 kg suitcase,
at a half an hour's notice
I've lived on the
e d g e
where it's easy to
f
a
l
l
and lose it all
I've been ru
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and we found...
we love like we sin, terrified and breathless.
we are tea-at-midnight girls, naming constellations
that don't exist after lost tourists we meet on the
street, reminding our freckle covered shoulders
that even beautiful things can be made ordinary.
we are broken fingers and half-closed eyelids and a
penchant for mischief. we are ribbon skin and frantic
desires and incandescent hope. we are a voice spilling
secrets to falling leaves diving after their arachnid brothers,
mimicking the millions before us who were
judged unfairly, unjustly but all too correctly.
we whisper promises to dandelions because they do not
know how to hold gru
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writer's block.
one.
'just promise me you won't write about this tomorrow.'
i nod as you unbutton my shirt.
three.
my journal has been under my bed for the past week
and we've been on the bed for the past week.
my journal has been on my mind for the past week
and you've been under my skin for the past week.
five.
'i just don't want to become another poem.'
i nod as you unzip my jeans
and when you fall asleep, i whisper into your ear.
['i just don't want to become another one of your girls.']
seven.
i used to carry a halo and the angels slept on my shoulder
but lately, you've been the demon under my sheets
and the inspiration for the poems i
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i love this. i wish to write my lover something like this, but it wouldn't be this amazing.