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Michelle Samson Apr 2017
there are no other ways to say,
there are no other ways but to pray,
that maybe sometime, someday,
when the sun and moon collides,
neither has to go up, nor go down
time would pause,
and my smile would wipe off your frown.
your mellifluous voice soothes my longing,
each word uttered is but a harmony,
your warmth that traps your ethereal beauty,
the breath from your lips escaping.
Michelle Samson Apr 2017
maybe it's her smile,
that keeps me entertained for awhile
maybe it's the way she twists her hair,
and she's unaware

maybe it's the way she walks,
or the way she talks
maybe it's the way her eyes sparkle,
or when she's startled
maybe it's the way she wriggles her nose,
or the small tantrums she throws


there may be a million reasons,
why i feel something burn inside
the moment her name slips from my mouth,
or the moment her hand brushes mine

but it'll always be simply because
she exists the same time as I do
and nothing will ever compare
to the unfathomable coincidence I call 'fate'
when I met you.
Michelle Samson Apr 2017
Another page has turned,
The last chapters were burned,
The past is nothing but the past,
The present is what needs to last.

At the tip of my tongue,
Lost lyrics my heart had sang,
It never longed for the ache,
I never longed for it to break.

Teach my heart, it’s yours to keep.
With words that sweep me off my feet.
Teach my heart, it’s yours to keep.
With your soul who awaken mine from sleep.

— The End —