#475
i long for the day
where i can hold
you close, and
look deep, deep,
into the very you,
and share, how
every moment,
every second,
that i was,
i thought of you.
i hope someday,
you’ll find this poem,
and know, that even
though it was written
before you,
it was for you,
that it, like every other
before and after,
was inked to make you
smile, that the silly
swirling letters
were arranged to
to mirror you,
the same as you,
the truth.
#476
All that buried, blistering
forgotten heartbreak,
it rings the same as it ever was,
blatant, obvious, biting pain
that i’ll never understand,
too often i should have
just shut my mouth,
and let the hurt air
their wounds,
try, and want as i might,
my statements aren’t solutions,
though i am trying my hardest,
i don’t know whats best,
i can only hope, that in
my lifetime, we’ll soothe
the source, to rest, to relent.
#477
In the deepest dream
i held the child,
his new heart beat
his blue eyes flashed
i heard his voice
he spoke, so young,
the wisest words,
unraveled, unveiled,
united, and whole.
#478
By this time tomorrow
i’m sure i’ll know
a few more answers.
i suppose it’s ok
to keeping following
the unknown’s lead,
using that foreign map
to guide myself into the dark,
striking matches after each
misguided step and stumble,
moving forward to dawn.
#479
Tonight, tonight,
i drifted to shore
under sweet soft pastels,
a sugary luna rose
red in the face,
almost ashamed
at outshining our Sun,
bashful to dare my attention away,
i have all the time for sunsets,
been spoiled by shooting stars,
but my love, it’s your glow
i hold dearest of all,
your heart a compass,
that guides me home
to your arms.
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-Mr. Write