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Maybe one night
One late night
I will grow some *****,
grab tightly onto them
and run to find you.

I will knock on your door
pray that no other girl is inside
hope that you're semi asleep.

And that's when I catch you
Off guard.

I would go close to you
Gaze at you for awhile
I will hold your waist with one hand
Grab the back of your hair with the other
I will close my eyes
And kiss you.

You can hug my waist too
And hold my neck as you
Kiss me back.

It might be straining
I would have to tiptoe.
But it would all be
Worth it.

Only if
One night,
I grow those *****.
"It always seems impossible until it's done."
You quoted.

It's true.

So maybe it's possible,
To move on.
To find someone else.
To love someone else.

But the thing is,
I don't want to.
I find poets repetitive.
Poems annoying, sometimes.

Because we just go on and on
About the things we yearn
we    crave,   we lose,    we desire,       we       think,    want, long,          wish,  hope,      pray,      dream,    regret, love,      depend,    

feel.

It's good for emotions really.
But what about actions?

Sometimes the best way for someone
to know how you feel,
is not through words.

"Show, not tell."
How easy I made it seem.
O gentle night, lend me your grace,
The hour is late and I must rest,
Give up my mortal earthly place
And take the unknown journey west.

Mourn not our parting, shed no tears,
All things are fated not to last,
I lived a full life all these years,
Remember this when I have passed.

The longest dark awaits me now,
The deepest sleep I e'er shall take,
One exhaled breath my final bow,
And then this life I will forsake.
#death
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