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I wish I could play the piano or something else lovely like that so I could come home every night and play the keys that make you cry before we sat down to eat-- I'd set the table and you'd wipe your eyes we'd eat quietly, conversing through scraping forks, porcelain against metal and sidelong smiles between bites-- words are overrated anyway and what's there to say?-- I'd watch the strays you missed, liquid tragedy crawling down your cheeks drawing mascara highways and I'd imagine driving on one of them, hydroplaning dangerously close to your skin as a piano plays somewhere up high-- I suppose I'd need a boat instead I wish I could paint landscapes or something else beautiful like that so I could travel to the mountains on rainy weekends and bring them back for you I'd hang one on our wall you'd watch the birds' still circling high above the snowy peak right before you fall asleep on the couch I'd spend my weekdays pulling stars from the sky with old paintbrushes and older canvas while I wait for the moon to fall into the lake so I can swim in and take it home I'd show up on our front porch steps all sodden smiles and dripping clothes holding it under my arm and you'd let me track water in all the way to the bedroom so I could hang it above the headboard where it'd stay for simple nostalgia "remember when we caught the moon?"
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Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC
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I wish I could play the piano or something else lovely like that so I could come home every night and play the keys that make you cry before we sat down to eat-- I'd set the table and you'd wipe your eyes we'd eat quietly, conversing through scraping forks, porcelain against metal and sidelong smiles between bites-- words are overrated anyway and what's there to say?-- I'd watch the strays you missed, liquid tragedy crawling down your cheeks drawing mascara highways and I'd imagine driving on one of them, hydroplaning dangerously close to your skin as a piano plays somewhere up high-- I suppose I'd need a boat instead I wish I could paint landscapes or something else beautiful like that so I could travel to the mountains on rainy weekends and bring them back for you I'd hang one on our wall you'd watch the birds' still circling high above the snowy peak right before you fall asleep on the couch I'd spend my weekdays pulling stars from the sky with old paintbrushes and older canvas while I wait for the moon to fall into the lake so I can swim in and take it home I'd show up on our front porch steps all sodden smiles and dripping clothes holding it under my arm and you'd let me track water in all the way to the bedroom so I could hang it above the headboard where it'd stay for simple nostalgia "remember when we caught the moon?"
not my first poem written but one of the more recent ones I enjoy reading.  hope whomever reads this enjoys it too
#realism#escapist
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Jul 17, 2016
Jul 17, 2016 at 10:12 PM UTC
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