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The Broken Poet Jun 2015
I lie awake
Staring at the stars
Thinking of your twinkling eyes
I close my eyes
Feeling the wind
Thinking about your hot breath next to me
I open my eyes
I stare at the moon
Thinking about how often it changes
But we never will
There might be times when a cloud covers our sun
But even the sky parts
I stare at the trees that are dancing with the wind
And I think about our last dance right before you went to sleep
It's a full moon out tonight
I look at you and see my world
I listen to the crickets chirping
I think about our long talk of forevers
If only I could freeze time
And relive this moment every day
What a beautiful starry night
With the boy I have fallen in love with.
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
My darling
My dear
My beautiful little girl
When you cry
Angels weep
Causing it to rain
My darling
My dear
My beautiful little girl
When you smile
A rainbow kisses the sky
The sun and the sea finally meet
My darling
My dear
My beautiful little girl
When you're angry
A thunderstorm appears
But just know that a rainbow must always follow
Sooner or later.
A lullaby I just started singing to my baby sister yesterday.
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
There is something in his eyes that makes me keep longing
The way one keeps sipping even though their is nothing at the bottom of that cup
There is something about his arms that makes me want to keep on hugging him
The way one says hello after a long departure
There is something about his shirt
The sweet sorry smell that is him
The bedsheets I yet to wash
There is something about his hands that makes me want to stay
The way one stays 'one more beer'
There is something about his lips
Maybe it's how soft they are
Or maybe it's because they taste like the sweetest honey
I keep wanting to come back like a honey bee
There is something about his smile that gravitates me towards him
The way the sun and the moon cannot stray
These is something about his heart, mind, and soul that keeps him alive in all my poems
I can never forget a boy like that even if he has already moved on
This is me
Keeping my favorite dream alive
Keeping us alive
Keeping Him Alive.
The Broken Poet Jun 2015
If y'all were to go to Heaven
Y'all would be sent down to The South
In a little town called Texas
Where the tea is sweeter
Where chivalry still exists
Where we all drive muddy pickups
And dance in the rain in our cowboy boots
Where we all say howdy
And say ain't like it's not meant for over yonder
There isn't a single stranger in Texas
We all know each other
We are a tight knit town always waiting to give a lending hand
If we were to secede
The other states would miss us
There would be a big gaping hole on the map
The heart and the fist of The United States of America
We are Texans
You mess with one
You get the whole can of whoopass
We could be your worst nightmare
Or your best dream
Just don't talk smack from where I'm from
We will get on you with our whips and shotguns
We are Texans
We don't settle
And we don't keep calm
We are God- Fearin', Constituional- lovin', Gun- Bearin' Republicans.
  Jun 2015 The Broken Poet
Day Wing
Written not only by the ink of pens, but also by the soul of  hearts
  Jun 2015 The Broken Poet
Nicole Dawn
I swear
My soul was
Once full
But I was
More open than
I should have been

And I suppose
My soul hates me
As much as I hate me

Because as soon as
I opened up enough,
It fled
Thou were born at age twenty-one
Thou died at an untimely death of twenty two....

Young soldier?
Was it worth it???
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