Time After Time

I don’t want to obsess,
but I have to confess,
each time you tell me you love me,
I never have to stop and think,
your words come without constraint,
cause we have this incredible sync.

You’re the calm to my storm,
though the waters aren’t raging,
my ocean’s at peace,
cause you’re kinda amazing.

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Enjoy the Silence

It’s Sunday night,
and I only write poems on Fridays.
This is a problem,
because,
there is a poem stuck inside,
and though it’s near the surface,
the next five days,
are going to feel,
like an eternity in hell,
because,
It’s Sunday night,
and I only write poems on Fridays.

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Fly Me to the Moon

Gray colored hair,
a striped pocket shirt,
Gap jeans with white Rockports,
and yellow pound cake for dessert.

It’s been 8 years since you passed,
forever an unfathomable loss,
your heart had failed,
and silenced your voice.

You’re going to miss everything,
I’m not even sure what that is,
but you’re missing this part,
the part I thought,
would never again exist.

It sucks that I can’t show you,
my ID badge,
or the PowerPoint presentation,
I gave to that class.

Or tell you I’m now the project manager,
“Special Projects” to be exact,
and that totally unrelated,
I have a blog,
where I kinda talk smack.

I don’t know if you can read this,
from up above,
but I miss you dad,
from your daughter,
with love.

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Victoria’s Secret

On dates 1, 2, and 3,
I chose to wear,
something incredible,
so he’d want to stare.

On dates 4, 5, and 6,
I chose to accentuate,
certain womanly parts,
to ensure the next date.

It’s been many months,
and though pretty secure,
I keep a push-up bra on hand,
in case he’s ever unsure.

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Pictures of You

And it’s Friday night,
And i’m driving around,
And “that song” came on,
And suddenly it’s 2004 again,
And he was going to be a rock star,
And he played bass until his fingers bled,
And his band became family,
And we stayed out all night,
And this went on for years,
And we knew it couldn’t last,
And it didn’t.

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Basic Instinct

He keeps me on the verge of a poem,
he also keeps me on the verge of another thing,
but I rated this blog “PG”,
and the other thing is definitely not “PG”,
though now I kinda want to write about the other thing,
which was not my initial intention,
but to be fair,
I got stuck after the first two lines,
so now this poem might have to be
about the other thing,
which is definitely VERY poetic,
but you don’t want to read about that,
Or do you?

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More Than Words

You fell asleep,
and I could feel the poem forming in my brain,
the words trying to find their place,
but I didn’t grab my notebook,
I didn’t want to wake you,
so I tried to stay awake,
because I was afraid I would forget the words,
but around 3am,
I fell asleep,
and in the morning,
when we woke,
the words were gone,
until you kissed me,
and said “I love you”,
then the words came back,
all of them,
including,
“I love you too”.

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