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Kelly Lutz Aug 2010
Running out of words
Of ways
To express
To show
Just how much I love you
It's peculiar
To think
That when we met
I never
In a million years
Imagined you falling in love
With someone like me
It's funny
To realize
We've been together so long
And yet when
You kiss me
I still get butterflies
Still not sure
How you can be certain
So if I may
I'll just say
Darling,
I love you
Kelly Lutz Aug 2010
If I had better hand writing, baby, I'd write to you every day.
It doesn't help that I forgot what half the alphabet looks like in cursive, or I'd try that instead.
And my type writer is broken...
I knocked on your door about a week ago.
But when I heard your footsteps, I ran away...
I'm sorry.
I'm all out of excuses.
Maybe I should call...
Kelly Lutz Aug 2010
Art
What is art?
Is it the shadows painted from the trees above?
Is it the way someone captures a photograph of the sun peaking over a building?
Is it a doodle of the neighbor's cat that your five year old cousin scribbled?
Is it the way words are placed together in a letter to an old friend?
Is it two lovers holding hands?
Is it the way he smiles when you say hello?
Is it the copper being stained green in the rain?
Is it the way she dances across the ballroom floor?
Is it the birthday cake your mother decorated for you?
Is it the freshly made snow angel outside your window?
Or is it simply...
Anything that grasps beauty?
Kelly Lutz Aug 2010
There you are walking with her, your hands tapping against each other from time to time. I can tell you want to reach out and take her little hand. Oh, how I wish it were mine instead.
She keeps glancing up at you, smiling. Her perfect white teeth glowing and her stunning blue eyes lighting up as you smile back. I'd like to imagine that deep down she's a *****, but truth be told she probably isn't. That wouldn't be something you'd go for. That's probably why you and I would never work. I wasn't always a ***** though. Not that you'd remember.
Wow, look at you! How much you've changed! You look stunning, gorgeous even. Unfortunately, so does the woman walking beside you, tapping the back of your hand with hers...
She really looks beautiful from here. I sure hope she turns out to be a *****. It would make me feel better, though I can probably never have you either way. Not anymore, at least.
This is the first time I've seen you in the city since... Nevermind. I should probably stop staring at you. You're bound to look over at any moment.
Kelly Lutz Aug 2010
What if when you die
there is no heaven? No hell?
Then what will you do?
Kelly Lutz Aug 2010
Crying is for the
weak. I cry a lot. Too much.
Must be pretty weak...
Kelly Lutz Aug 2010
Not sure what to say
not sure how I feel, just hope
you're being honest...
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