and here I am
inside this vast space
of the unknown
watching the stars
shine so brightly
I wait
each and every night
within the darkness
hoping you’ll find
your way to me
even if only
in dreams
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My Legacy
let my poetry
be my legacy
every deliberate stroke
of my thoughts
finally unmasked
for all to see
the flow
of my words
red ink-stained
how they bleed
slowly dripping down
the pages
of my beautiful mind
lingering in
the layers
of my soul
leaving just a part
of myself
to the world
All that remains
all that remains
of us
is the echo
of our existence
the vibrations
of our souls
drifting somewhere
inside the universe
between the depths
of the silence
and the darkness
where I can feel
your heartbeat
inside my bones
and the weight
of your touch
fills every inch
of my flesh
Coffee and Dreams
as our world
is fast asleep
in the quietness
of this place
we find ourselves
gently floating
through seconds
coffee and dreams
fill this space
a breath
of silence
falls upon us
and the day
finally awakens
though our time
here upon
this moment
doesn’t last
the love within
always will
Unfinished story
it’s not the goodbye
that hurts the most
it’s the unfinished story
between two hearts
and the unknown
of what comes after
we are no longer
Love letter
you and I
are a love letter
etched on paper
though poetry
written in a delicate thread
of our existence
a brief
moment in time
but forever ink-stained
so gently
woven into the universe
Fragments of you and I
inside the moments
while slowly drifting
to sleep
is where I want
to stay
where fragments
of you and I
exist as one
in between
those fleeting seconds
Glass jars
and even though
we aren’t here
to stay
I’m forever grateful
this universe
allowed our souls
to meet
so I’ll put
our memories
in glass jars
and keep them close
in the corners
of my heart
Another time
I hope
you and I
find each other again
and fall in love
in a place
where time
doesn’t even exist
Upon my skin
I feel
your breath
upon my skin
as you whisper
your dreams
to my soul
your words
sweet like honey
run through me
becoming part
of my blood
while the poetry
silently fills
the capacity
of my lungs
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