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Mar 2012
I like to think
that I am nothing special,
a common man with
common thoughts that has
lived a common life.

I am just a man
with a desire to be read
by someone before
I am dead.

I am a common poet
who likes to put words together
that take one on a journey
of the senses that get people
get off of their fences.

I've been to
so many places and felt
so many different emotions
but with the emotion of love
the words just come
and come until you begin
to feel numb.

The only one emotion for me
that is really worth
writing about
is love.

When you have loved another
with all of your heart and soul
there is nothing else
that you ever need
to know and nothing will
ever compare.

This kind of love
just takes your senses on a ride
and makes you
feel funny inside.

You feel as if you had wings
and you start doing crazy things
that are beyond
your control.

Things that feel so good
and for me this has always been
enough because once you have lived
and loved in that way nothing
can ever compare.

Losing that kind of love
is a whole different story though
and of this I know
and this is a terrible place
that you don't want
to go.

Life becomes so slow
and all of a sudden you have
nowhere to hide so you just slide
into words and write poetry
hoping to ease the pain
from losing what you spent
an eternity trying to gain...                 Jon York     2012
Jon York
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Jon York  Arma, Kansas
(Arma, Kansas)   
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