A few short poems
I sit here
Every night and cry
Over this vacant keyboard
Whispering softly to myself
Hoping and wishing
And praying
To fall asleep.
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His fingers plucked
Each tone of heaven
And I remembered the past
Eyes drenched in salt
Yet kept hidden beneath the blankets of rain.
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I get so cold
That I can barely live
And wait for tomorrow.
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The rusty train rolled
Onward southward
Tall and sweet grass surrounds us
As we stare into each other
And sit
Gentle
Flowers we pick
And take back
To adorn our train.
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Can we sit again
In the river?
Can’t we let the sun bake our foreheads
And crack our shoulders?
So many times have I wished
For you to return
And for us to sit
Quietly
In the river.
Every night and cry
Over this vacant keyboard
Whispering softly to myself
Hoping and wishing
And praying
To fall asleep.
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His fingers plucked
Each tone of heaven
And I remembered the past
Eyes drenched in salt
Yet kept hidden beneath the blankets of rain.
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I get so cold
That I can barely live
And wait for tomorrow.
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The rusty train rolled
Onward southward
Tall and sweet grass surrounds us
As we stare into each other
And sit
Gentle
Flowers we pick
And take back
To adorn our train.
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Can we sit again
In the river?
Can’t we let the sun bake our foreheads
And crack our shoulders?
So many times have I wished
For you to return
And for us to sit
Quietly
In the river.