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These tears she cries could float a ship,
The loneliness that fills her heart runs way too deep,

The miles between them is sky wide,
The time between them is half a clock,

Strangling the framed picture she misses him,
His tiny little hugs & his melodious laugh

She even misses the noise,
Mostly she misses his voice,

She misses the way he smiles with all his teeth out,
And how he ***** his middle and index finger when he is zoned out,

She often struggles with her choice,
And wonders if he will understand why she is chasing this dream,

Her hearts prayer no man understands
One more day apart will drive her mad,

Everyday she falls further apart,
"You doing it for him" she reminds her breaking heart,

"Us against the world" she always said to him
Now she wants to tear it apart to play with him

She misses her child,
She misses her son!
I haven't seen my son in a couple of months, I miss him
 Jun 2019 David Adamson
Zia
Of poetry
and prose
his words
remind me
Every time
we talk
I bloom
like a rose
 Jun 2019 David Adamson
wordvango
Ever just find a vein and push
And it may or may not make you puke
Or it might make you calm as any
Mediterranean island all
Pineapples free and coconuts
Dark skinned virgins for the taking
Pigs apple mouthed grinning
Time as free as the wind,
Or me, I did once, perhaps the wrong blue snake stuck out I poked and it bit me, becoming belacose irritably insane deranged I belted out
The only song I know by heart.
" I want to Rock and Roll
All night!  
And party every day"

It went on


And on
Same words


Endless

But

I think I danced
Dont remember
She wore a long black dress,
That showed off some of her dark skin,
And a little bit of her *******,
Her hair was pulled up the top of her head,
And she had on thick reading glasses
You would think she was about to take a test,

He wore a light blue shirt and dress pants,
And wore a golden watch with thick leather  straps,
He asked her to sit by the big wide window,
So he could look at her under the golden sun,
When his hand touched her skin,
"Cafe' con leche" she whispered to him,

Before today they only existed in each others dreams,
Exchanged many letters,
Where they talked about many things,
Fears, hopes and secret needs,
They spoke about Wishes,
About lack of kisses they both now seek,

She shivered as he touched her lips,
His cold white hand lit fire to her dark skin,
They wanted more than the wishes and horses,  
They wanted hugs and kisses,
A fine romance
Where they could both feel safe,

Wishes and kisses,
Dreams and Desires,
Beggars wishing to riding horses,
Me and him hoping to stop time,
Cafe' con leche their fingers marry,
Tonight they will live out their dreams!
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