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  Jun 2014 Sam Kirk
Muggle Ginger
Love like the sun
Loves the earth
Ever since they met
They dance every day

The sun makes the earth
Look on the brighter side
The earth gives the sun
A reason to wake up

Love like the earth
Loves the sun
Because the earth isn’t distracted
By the stars and the moon
Sam Kirk Jun 2014
My mother always says "you don't need a person to be happy."
But I don't think she understands; because when you're not around my heart feels like its caving in,
It trys to stop beating but the little reminder of you keeps it going,
My limbs feel weak and I fall everytime I try to walk because You're not holding my hand or holding me up,
My breathing slows down to just abouy nothing and I pretty much need my inhaler 24/7,
I am only happy when I am with you,
You keep my heart from caving in and you keep it from stopping,
You keep my limbs from going weak,
You keep me from falling, you hold me up and hold my hand,
You keep my breathing at an almost normal pace,
So I guess so my mother is wrong because I need you to be happy.
Sam Kirk Jun 2014
most of the time when I try to write about you,
all of my words get mixed up and I end up not saying the things I really intend to say,
the feelings I try so hard to explain sound so bland and untrue when I read them or write them down,
It is very hard to write about you,
Because no amount of words written down could muster up enough of who you are,
How great you are,
Or how much I love you.
Words are nothing
But
Writers block is everything,
When I try to write about you.
You're the thoughts and ideas,
The sky and the ground,
But when I try to write you down
You're like fire and water
I pretty much get nowhere when I try to write about you
But that is okay because you're more than words on paper to me..
  Jun 2014 Sam Kirk
circus clown
n.
ever since your mother told you not to talk to strangers,
you stopped looking at y o u r s e l f  in the mirror
but if anyone at all were to ask me about you
i'd have to tell them how you love the sun
or how you'd whisper in the morning
allthough you are a bomb to me
you told me once that you swear
you had died with me in an attic fire
in a past life that hurt even more than this
that's when i realized i could scream my name
into your mouth, and hear the echo
coming from your chest
that was the closest i could ever get
to your heart
i'd sleep next to you as
you cuddle with your dreams
while nightmares are fended off
by the better parts of you
the ones that put a pin-sized hole
in your heart every time i
cried for you, and you couldn't
return the favor.
every single morning, you'd wake
and the nightmare would return
it turns out that's what was
holding my hand the whole time
i memorized the words in your eyes
it hurt and i
       suffered and i
                  bled and i  
       cried
but at least i did it
now they rush through my veins
out of my fingers, through this pen
i can't let go of it now
*now when i tell my friends ghost stories
i just tell them things you did to me*

/ this poem is a mess, but god i felt it /
  Jun 2014 Sam Kirk
bambi
that night, under the dark midnight sky
I weaved daisies into your hair
and pinned dandelions to the collar of your shirt
left lipstick trails like stars along your jaw
and goose bumps trailing behind my fingertips

and I came home at three a.m
wearing your soft grey jacket
and traces of your cologne on my skin
sleep willingly lost
and innocence willingly traded
for just a taste
of what love truly is
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