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him.
he makes me happy.
happy birthday.
You make such
          a perfect
        arrangement
          of atoms.

          Sitting next
            to you
             is like
          taking a sip
          of eternity,
      the sun, the stars,
              the sky,
          never tasted
            so good.

         If you tell me
         you love me,
        chances are I'll
        spend forever
        proving I love
           you more.

         Make me feel
            like I'm a
    river, and you have
          been thirsty
          your entire
                  life.                                                                       Jon York  2019
The epicentre of my pain ,indeed
Lives kilometres apart ,in plains
While my energy does not coherent to his
He denies as well
I wonder if he needs much of it or lesser a bit
Do I love much fiercer
Forever he jilts
Until the day I would to him
For no more would I resonate
I promise still,
I am going to miss the bond ,saturated
Much than the stars infatuate at nights
Does her dark skin through the lattice of her top
We bereave the nights
Instead we sneak peak under the sun
There ,she achieves utmost pitch in giggles
I trail ,fall and then fail
 Feb 2019 BlackAndWhiteStars
Theo
Happy, ugly, warm or cold
I can't change the story that has
already been told.
you can tell a lot about a guy by what kind of music he turns on when you’re in the car.

there was the guy whose bass blew out my eardrums
who texted the entire way there.

there was the sweet guy who cued up his rap playlist but turned it down a couple notches so he could hear what i had to say.

but my favorite to ride with was the guy who turned the random radio station down and talked to me for thirty minutes about life and the future.
i still don’t know what song was playing.
 Feb 2019 BlackAndWhiteStars
Ann
he reminds me
of sunshine bottled
up in a jar.

the furthest i’ve
fallen

was probably
trying to c - a - t- c- h
that bit of warmth.

when bottled up jars

once tightly shut
never opens.
"the furthest I've fallen"
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