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Elizabeth Jun 2014
When I said that my last boyfriend
wasn't the cuddling type, you asked,
"What kind of man doesn't want to touch a girl?"
You'll never know how beautiful you made me feel
in that moment.
For Josiah
Elizabeth Mar 2014
I just want to do life with you, dear one.
Elizabeth Dec 2013
She writes,
can't you tell?
Everything is
covered in
ink.
Elizabeth Dec 2013
Sometimes
I like
my
handwriting
more than
the actual
poem.
Elizabeth Dec 2013
Sometimes my sleeve says it all -
for that is where I bear my heart.
Elizabeth Nov 2013
of innocent and
illicit meetings,

of scalding coffee
and **** cider,

of October air
and goosebumps,

of piercing stares
and demure blushes,

of nervous laughter
and bright eyed smiles,

of beautiful stupidity
and exquisite risk taking,

of sweet shyness
and hesitant touches,

of passionate giving
and exhausted joy,

of shared secrets
and utter honesty,

of motorcycle rides
and smiling skulls,

of early morning coffee
and late night magic tricks,

of story telling
and musical laughter,

of leopard spots
and three quick kisses,

of secret meetings
and getting caught,

of forbidden words
and transparent hearts,

of hands wiping
away escaped tears,

of sad departures
and naked good byes,

of miles and miles
of never ending distance,

of long awaited phone calls
and lengthy emails,

of sleepless nights
and lonely days,

of miles and miles
that separate,

of silence,

of war,

of long awaited contact,

of letters,

of wounds,

of silence,

of deafening silence,

of love

of heart ache.
Elizabeth Jul 2013
It's like locking the door,
and leaving the window down.
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