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Mar 2016
If I filled a pail with all of the words I never said, I would scoop out everything I really meant and
build you a castle,
crumbling with missed opportunity
When I laugh at your jokes, I really wish I could explain how you’re the only thing keeping me alive.
When I send you poems, it is because they make me think of you

We are two soft souls, wrestling to find love
I have found love in you, and I hope you think of me too.

When our lips first touched, it felt like I had finally made it to the day that I had marked in my calendar years ago
Saying goodbye was the day I was expecting
You were my lover lost in my dreams, who found his way to reality

When fear comes knocking at your door, lock it
Call me
I’ll be there in a minute

When pain breaks in through your window,
Do not fight back
Do not run away
Open your arms wide to her,
Embrace her
Then, call me and I will come to embrace you when pain leaves you all alone

If you ever cross sadness on the street, let her keep walking, and hold your head high
Do not make eye contact
Continue forth, you will make it to the other side

I hope that your happiness radiates from the sun
And when it rains down hard, just look for the split of the clouds
I will hold your umbrella

Some days, the monsoon rain will flood your heart with despair
But do not worry, I will toss a life saver to your soul and pull you in close, I promise to never let go

Hurt will come disguised as opportunity with light hair with bright eyes
Do not regret welcoming her
She just made room for love to move in

I will cover your walls with laughter and fill the air with I love yous
You can rest upon my love after a long day, I won’t mind

Just promise me this,
Promise me that you won’t move out unexpected, leaving me vacant
Call my hands home, and promise to me, that you will never leave them with nothing to hold
Leigh Marie
Written by
Leigh Marie  Boston, MA
(Boston, MA)   
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   Kyle Fisher
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