fall is coming
and the winds have turned cold
the leaves aren’t changing but
a few brave ones have fallen
and although it’s hard to prove
I can see the new season arrive
in the sky, in the way the clouds
hang still, as if waiting, and the
blue shines brighter than ever

I’m lucky to be here, I think,
experiencing the sun-shine
and breathing in the world
at large

what a thing
to realize

So
you're a bad idea
in all ways
and it's true
I play a part
somewhat to blame
but let's just forget about that for a sec
because I want to remain
the good girl
innocent and pure of heart
all intentions correct
and yet
I want to be the bad one
that parents tell their kids
to avoid-
breathing the same air
will result in immediate need
of exercision-
I want your respect,
for you to be a gentleman
but maybe
I just think you're cute.

Your lips
Were the first thing I noticed
Gently parted
Breathing in and out

Oh to be your words
Conceived within your mind
Born upon your lips

Poetry.

Your lips are ******* poetry.

very profound need of writing
prevent the act of intelligence
yes
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it was one of my shirts
large, even on me,
but you loved it

the green matched your eyes
and it reminded you
of places
we would
one day visit

and each night
you’d strip off your day clothes
and pull that oversized shirt
over your beautiful *******
and lead me down
to the place
where
my best
and
worst
memories
were made