almostabbylynn - Hello Poetry

Well-made cover Better on the inside You make me laugh And cry You smell like experience And feel like an adventure And I wish I never had to put you down.

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Oct 3, 2015

Oct 3, 2015 at 2:25 AM UTC

Just like a book.

Well-made cover Better on the inside You make me laugh And cry You smell like experience And feel like an adventure And I wish I never had to put you down.

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There once was a flower in love with the moon, In love with the stars in the sky, But nature would have that it must close its bloom, And at night in a lonely sleep lie. There once was a flower in love with the moon And the sweet gentle way that it shone, But nature insisted, the blossom obeyed, And loved from afar, all alone. There once was a flower in love with the moon, But flowers for sunshine are made. They cannot survive opened only at night, And rooted in earth they must stay. I am the flower and you are the moon And to you I may never get, But I'll dream and I'll hope, Like a six-petaled dope, That I'll be yours before the moon sets.

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May 1, 2015

May 1, 2015 at 2:07 AM UTC

Moon Love

There once was a flower in love with the moon, In love with the stars in the sky, But nature would have that it must close its bloom, And at night in a lonely sleep lie. There once was a flower in love with the moon And the sweet gentle way that it shone, But nature insisted, the blossom obeyed, And loved from afar, all alone. There once was a flower in love with the moon, But flowers for sunshine are made. They cannot survive opened only at night, And rooted in earth they must stay. I am the flower and you are the moon And to you I may never get, But I'll dream and I'll hope, Like a six-petaled dope, That I'll be yours before the moon sets.

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Why on earth did we say no when they waved that mistletoe in our faces last night?

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Dec 25, 2014

Dec 25, 2014 at 7:03 PM UTC

Dang it

Why on earth did we say no when they waved that mistletoe in our faces last night?

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The first time you reached for my hand in the quiet dark of the wings. When you pulled me close as we watched the Christmas lights dance. And then the ride home when you held my hand while you drove and kissed my fingers as I dozed off in the passenger seat. The tingles that shot down my whole body when you kissed my forehead. How big you smiled when I gave you a peck on the cheek the next day. The way you looked at me when we were supposed to be getting a mop out of the janitor's closet and you covered my cheeks with kisses instead. The way we fit together like puzzle pieces and paid no attention to the movie. Your pulse in your neck as I snuggled closer, and the way you just breathed deep with your face in my hair. In all these little moments, you filled all my gaps and put all of my broken pieces back together. If only you could know how much I long to live forever in these moments. If only you could know how much I love you.

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Dec 23, 2014

Dec 23, 2014 at 12:57 AM UTC

Moments

The first time you reached for my hand in the quiet dark of the wings. When you pulled me close as we watched the Christmas lights dance. And then the ride home when you held my hand while you drove and kissed my fingers as I dozed off in the passenger seat. The tingles that shot down my whole body when you kissed my forehead. How big you smiled when I gave you a peck on the cheek the next day. The way you looked at me when we were supposed to be getting a mop out of the janitor's closet and you covered my cheeks with kisses instead. The way we fit together like puzzle pieces and paid no attention to the movie. Your pulse in your neck as I snuggled closer, and the way you just breathed deep with your face in my hair. In all these little moments, you filled all my gaps and put all of my broken pieces back together. If only you could know how much I long to live forever in these moments. If only you could know how much I love you.

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Do you know That I pulled my fingers out of yours Because I was scared of how wonderful it made me feel? Do you know That I like you... An awful lot... But I am terrified of hurting myself Or worse, Of hurting you? Do you know That your smile is the most amazing thing I have ever seen? Do you know How much I miss those Quiet moments in the dark of the wings, When you let me put my head on your shoulder? Do you know That I couldn't sleep Because of the ridiculous Warm-fuzzy-floaty feeling you gave me When you said that you adored me? Do you know How badly I want to kiss you Kiss you And hold your hand And never, ever stop?

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Nov 27, 2014

Nov 27, 2014 at 11:56 PM UTC

Do You Know

Do you know That I pulled my fingers out of yours Because I was scared of how wonderful it made me feel? Do you know That I like you... An awful lot... But I am terrified of hurting myself Or worse, Of hurting you? Do you know That your smile is the most amazing thing I have ever seen? Do you know How much I miss those Quiet moments in the dark of the wings, When you let me put my head on your shoulder? Do you know That I couldn't sleep Because of the ridiculous Warm-fuzzy-floaty feeling you gave me When you said that you adored me? Do you know How badly I want to kiss you Kiss you And hold your hand And never, ever stop?

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In a palace without windows I was curled up Facing the wall Too hurt to speak. He perched on the edge of the cot Like a bird, Ready to fly At a moment's notice. "May I..." He started. "May I read your palm?" My heart smiled just a little At the thought of our Favorite childhood game. Without my answering, He took my right hand In his. Using his warm, strong hands, He splayed out my long fingers And traced the lines on my palm. "That's strange," He said. "What is it?" I asked. "You have a lonely line." And before I could ask What he meant, He showed me where it was. He gently drew a line From the base of my thumb, Up my arm, Across my collarbone And let his finger linger just above My heart. "It must have grown a little Every day you were gone," I whispered. "Do you have one, too?" His golden eyes smiled. "As a matter of fact, I don't." "What?" I was disappointed. "I don't have one," He said as he moved one hand To the small of my back And the other to my chin. "Because it went away As soon as I heard you sing Tonight." And he gave me his first kiss And stole my heart In that palace without windows.

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Jun 14, 2014

Jun 14, 2014 at 3:00 AM UTC

After the Opera

In a palace without windows I was curled up Facing the wall Too hurt to speak. He perched on the edge of the cot Like a bird, Ready to fly At a moment's notice. "May I..." He started. "May I read your palm?" My heart smiled just a little At the thought of our Favorite childhood game. Without my answering, He took my right hand In his. Using his warm, strong hands, He splayed out my long fingers And traced the lines on my palm. "That's strange," He said. "What is it?" I asked. "You have a lonely line." And before I could ask What he meant, He showed me where it was. He gently drew a line From the base of my thumb, Up my arm, Across my collarbone And let his finger linger just above My heart. "It must have grown a little Every day you were gone," I whispered. "Do you have one, too?" His golden eyes smiled. "As a matter of fact, I don't." "What?" I was disappointed. "I don't have one," He said as he moved one hand To the small of my back And the other to my chin. "Because it went away As soon as I heard you sing Tonight." And he gave me his first kiss And stole my heart In that palace without windows.

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