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 Mar 2015 Cierra Spina
bcg poetry
You're talking to someone else?

Yeah, but it's different.

You talk to him everyday, you text him every night, he knows you... How is it different?

     I talk to you, I respond to him. I love you, I fill time with him. He’s there for me, I’m still waiting on you.
 Mar 2015 Cierra Spina
puer luna
his lips were just like butterflies
dancing on my skin,
he can hold me from the outside but
i'll never let him in.
One day baby...

Years from now …

We will be sitting on our front porch,

Drinking coffee together as the sun  goes down.

Your face full of life

Your hair full of silver

And your eyes full of wisdom.

But even then, I take your hand,

With its wrinkles sewn

With time in mine,

And I kiss it softly

As we silently

Rewind these memories in our minds.

Tears began to form in my eyes

I knew I was a lucky guy

But only then did I truly realize,

The changes we made

And love that we made

With every year that flew by.

It wasn't luck…

It was  a blessing to share this life,

With you by my side…

Then suddenly as one lonely teardrop fell,

I  realized,

Just as our eyes

Watched our children grow and change with time.

We watched ourselves grow and change also,

With each turn of the page in our book of memories....

We had without knowing, wrote a story of passion, love and beauty...

From all the years shared between you and me...

I can  see our love grow deeper as we grow older.

I can see our relationship take shape as each chapter unfolds.

All these  trails we  left behind in the dust

The narrative of our trials and  perseverance,

I watched  our relationship form

How we learned to listen

How we learned to trust

I watched as  our lives became one…

Held within these bindings in our minds.

I  find a reflection of how we came to be us.

The story we had no idea we were writing,

The story of ...Us.
A foreshadow of a memory.
 Mar 2015 Cierra Spina
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 Mar 2015 Cierra Spina
fdg
you've given me good memories in backseats
(we're getting good at 'being bad')
we could get into actual trouble
and i'd still do it all over again tomorrow
 Mar 2015 Cierra Spina
mvlly
I miss you.
I miss my oxygen.

It's been days since I have felt your touch,
since I have felt your delicate fingers caress my cheekbones.

It's been so long since I have heard your warm breath speak "I love you" that I am starting to get cold.

It has been weeks since I've seen you smile at me the way you used to.
Now you turn away at the sight of me.

My eager eyes have started to turn grey because you are gone.
My skin is decaying because it no longer has your touch.
My blood is freezing without you.

I fear my lungs will die soon without the air they need.
They are already halfway there.
first poem aaahhh
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