keep your eyes closed love.

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       m           i
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s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  to is what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.

I don't really know how to write poetry
I don't really like showing my emotions
So I guess I'll try my best
Because honestly, I'm just going though the motions

there are so many of you
that i would love to sit down with;
maybe over a milkshake and a plate of fries;
and just talk.
i want to ask you about the boy that hurt you,
about the anger you feel deep inside
over a father who said he’d come back...
and then didn’t.
i want to run with you through pages of words and say
“oh that’s right, what a lovely metaphor.”
i want to see all your smiling faces and
thank each and every one of you for showing me kindness,
for saving my life.
i want to collaborate on novels of poetry
and laugh with you through the tears of our pasts.
so until we sip those milkshakes and eat those fries...
thank you, to
some of the most beautiful people i have never met.

Good-morning eyes that are quenched by the sun,
with breath that aligns to feel one.

Good-morning motor like steps that shall dance,
and dreams that I plan to romance.

Good-morning clouds that do drift in the sky,
with breath of inhale that holds sigh.

Good-morning heartbeats that sing joyfully,
and love that makes me feel so free.

Good-morning day thats a gift inside light,    
with candle in heart that burns bright.

Good-morning boats that move upon the sea,  
and source that gives comfort to me.

Good morning flowers of beauty that grow,  
with love inside life I will sow.      

Good-morning words that begin inside prayer,
and blessings that wash away fear.    

Good-morning trust that I carry inside,
with purpose I move in with pride.

Good-morning new day that has me evolve,
and problems that I can yes solve.

Good-morning God who brings pure love so strong,  
with path that makes me move in song.

Good-morning guides who I bow to in grace,
and I now applaud human race.



StarBG © 2017

am i like a flower?
waiting to be watered
of your validation.

Never leave yourself alone
Where you look outside the window
Someone hails you through back:
Trust,Move,Bloom!
I had walked a dreadful numbers of Footsteps
But while they cross yours
My knees feel like falling into the only Place you've settled in
You need someone denying your fears
You call me
When you need me to remove your tears
Then I know
Tears would land in somewhere same
On my dog_eared note book
Love feeds better than the fortune you Took
It's a window
Yeah,
It's free to look!