Nov 2014
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I read your poetry
and I am taken away
to a place where my childhood waits
Those sunny summer days
when life was easy,
and pressure was only a word taught in school
I feel weightless,
as if I can fly
and your words are my wings
You tug at my heart,
tempt my senses
and touch me in ways I have not felt before
I read your poetry
and it is as if
I am talking to a long lost friend
Catching up on good times,
crying tears with you
and sharing every smile
Walking long paths,
waving good morning to each sunrise
and good night when it sets
Dancing in moonbeams
and counting shadows,
which always add up to two
I read your poetry
and I am in awe
of your amazing talent
and I think maybe I should
just put down my pen, for yours
*is all the poetry I will ever need
I read your poetry
and I am taken away
to a place where my childhood waits
Those sunny summer days
when life was easy,
and pressure was only a word taught in school
I feel weightless,
as if I can fly
and your words are my wings
You tug at my heart,
tempt my senses
and touch me in ways I have not felt before
I read your poetry
and it is as if
I am talking to a long lost friend
Catching up on good times,
crying tears with you
and sharing every smile
Walking long paths,
waving good morning to each sunrise
and good night when it sets
Dancing in moonbeams
and counting shadows,
which always add up to two
I read your poetry
and I am in awe
of your amazing talent
and I think maybe I should
just put down my pen, for yours
*is all the poetry I will ever need
