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 Mar 2015 Debbie Jean Embrey
Matt
I spend the day alone
I spend the month alone
I spend the year alone
Unable to do
What I would like to do

I wish I had a friend
Who is a woman

I hope there is a woman
Who would make
A small dedication poem
About how one of my poems
Made her feel

It would be fun
My love goes out
To all the kind
And compassionate women
Of Hello Poetry
Could it be,
This tiny life growing inside me
So miraculously.

Could the future be so uncertain,
Could we lift this huge curtain.
So we could cherish the moments we spend.
Me and you,
Mother and son.

But everyone will make their opinions known,
Of how they feel about me and you.
Your grandma will disown us,
Your grandpa won't accept us.

Your dad isn't ready for this,
It's a big leap of commitment you see?

Will I have to let you go?
If I do, I want you to know.
That I'll always love you
No matter what.
My diamond,
My sunshine,
My star,
My child it's you I adore...
If your story does not hold up in the light,  then you will spend the rest of your life in the dark.
I miss you most
when the leaves start falling
off the trees
and the chill in the air
bites at my bones
just like
the absence of
You.
...
How
     small
           do
               I
                 have
                      to
                        be
                          before
                               you
                                  love
                                      me?
I want to feel.
I want to feel you,
your arms around me,
my arms around you,
us holding each other.

But I don't know you,
or who my "you" is.
I'm just feeling
a tad sentimental
for things I've never had.

But dancing under
the brilliant stars,
to our favorite songs.
This is what I would
fall in love for.

Simple things,
and simple words,
I'm easy to inspire,
with loving words
and loving hugs.

I feel nostalgic,
for things I
haven't experienced.
But that's all I have,
feelings and love for "you".
I'm just feeling romantic for some reason. I don't expect this poem to be liked as well as some of my other poetry, but like I said. I'm feeling sentimental.
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