In Time

Minutes feel like hours,
the hours seem like days.
Time is at a standstill,
awaiting my lover’s gaze.
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Her scent I can recall,
her face I clearly see.
My heart beats a little faster,
when thinking of her with me.
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My arms are meant to hold her,
our lips were meant to touch.
Our words are always shared,
when saying “I love you so much”

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Pride and Perfection

I seek both calm and balance,
yet I know not how.
And you my fearless Leo,
you are this cat’s meow.
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My heart now beats more loudly,
whilst I feel your roar.
Our purrs are pure perfection,
who could wish for more.
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On a scale of one to ten,
eleven does surely exist.
Our stars now speaking volumes,
why should we resist.

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No Words

An unexpected journey has begun;
it starts each day with the rising sun.
Two fates collided with a rush,
our worries faded into a hush.
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I wake each day with a smile,
surely to glow all the while.
My first thought is only you,
now silly dreams just won’t do.
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Our minds, they are in sync,
I sense what you think.
I know what you’re feeling,
our souls now reeling.
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Our days now made more bright,
we’ll tingle till our last kiss goodnight.
And I, now a poet speechless and dreams won’t do.
And my heart now and forever beats for only you.

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Whom Me

There’s another me I’ve yet to see.
And this other me won’t let this one be.
Both see with my eyes and screw with my head.
But only one’s good, the other better off dead.
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Never certain whom will wake,
or the trouble they will make.
Their highs often go way, way too far,
their lows always leaving a scar.
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I need to know from where this comes,
who eats cake and who gets crumbs?
This rollercoaster must soon stop,
but then a merry-go-round I will hop.
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I’m forcing this poem for a change,
may not be good but surely strange.
And maybe someday we can all agree,
whom the f*** is the real me.

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Make Poems Great Again

A fetish for takers and feckless of makers,
believers of fakers and the muckrakers,
a sea of red buttons seen from above,
swaying to orange for whom they love.
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The air is heated with hate that’s spewed.
But that’s cool if already screwed.
Mirrors shine on what’s not there,
while reflection dulls what’s to fear.
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A line in the ocean’s making waves,
digging ever deeper graves.
Float if be as bobbing naves,
but beware or soon be slaves.
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No half or full with no cup,
once buried there is no up.
What lies below lies above,
only truth can raise all with love.

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