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Did you notice the world didn't implode.
When our eyes unlocked.
Only did I see more of you.
Gorgeous, a word your beauty has mocked.

Did you notice the world didnt stop turning.
When we ran, children at heart.
Only did you win another smile.
They are yours forever, down to an art.

Did you notice the world didnt stop beating.
When our lips drained of passion.
Only did our pulse become one.
I suppose we fell, our love came crashing.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015
The way you walk
right by me
Every detail of beauty
noticed so finely.

The days at end
your the only thing
that plagues my mind
Like a sweet sting.

You make it all okay
just knowing you exist
In my world
or the next

Bliss in a solitude
of your making
Take me into you
a heart so breathtaking

If you ever notice
how much I care.
That big heart maybe
one day you'll share.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015
In the waking moons.
I write my best verse.
A closing of wounds.
The most evil of curse.

The words write them selves.
A compulsion of sorts.
The drum of purpose.
This supernatural force.

I hope I've written.
All my pain away.
Inviting new energy.
To bring a new day.

It's love or sadness.
And no in between.
No words of indecision.
Have I got left to glean.

Words of great meaning.
Passion, pain or practice.
Each a worthy path.
what ever the price is.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015
Don’t you think it’s quite unfair
how we could never be.
I thought we were the perfect pair,
yet no one could quite see.

You and I are basically one,
you see, we are the same.
But “us”, I figured, there was none
because we follow the rules of this game.

I’ve always wondered why our paths wouldn’t cross
even though we have the same design.
And I couldn’t count you as loss
for you were never mine

And I guess I have to live with that:
You being only as close to my side
because even though we never meet,
as long as you travel with me
(into this line to infinity)
it would still be an amazing ride.
we had to write a poem for advanced algebra. so here goes. inspired from the concept of parallel lines. you see, they are so the same, but they never meet. and that is so sad. eh
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