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~~It’s never enough to just stand up!
You gotta STAND OUT!!!
~-~ Life's greatest moments are supposed to have a little silly in them." by: GRACIE LYNN STOOPS
To a beautiful woman who means the world to me........
As you look in the mirror each new day
Please will you try to see
What a perfect woman you are to me
She defines true beauty
She's what every woman wants to be
Her eyes are a beautiful green
The prettiest I have ever seen
Her lips
And true
They pick me up when I'm feeling blue
Her fingertips so soft to
They are magic when they touch
She knows just what to do
She is my world                                                            ­                                                             these words were written just for you
They are forever etched in my heart
A pick me up just like you
I truly hope they can pick you up in all that you do
Please take them for what they are
Someday I hope you can see how truly beautiful you are
You made me soft;
A Marshmallow drop that melted sweetness,
and tasted like nostalgia on your tongue
In that place where camps fires smoked and we smouldered,
Orange with a glow
that crackled envy,
I saw forever in those flames.
Just a little tiny taste of eternity
Reaching for me, as I reached for you.
I curled and crisped,
Dribbled into that abyss
and bubbled up in the heat.
The loves that last a summer and burn out quickly. Old memories and old campfires remain.
  Apr 2021 Shane Michael Stoops
  Apr 2021 Shane Michael Stoops

Yesterday I cried to the moon
as she wiped my tears away
made my worries disappear
so I could sleep again.

Today I smile at the sun
and it shines back on me,
what a wonderful world
to be alive;
to be me.
  Apr 2021 Shane Michael Stoops
i spend my days
pouring myself into the cups of others

only to find that
when it’s time for myself
to take a sip

all that’s left
in my cup
is the remainder of a girl
who gave too much
self care is extremely important. most days I fight my depression by putting smiles onto others faces, but forgetting about my once bright smile.
i still
do not know
the poem i've been trying to write
and maybe
that's because
i haven't been
writing one at all
or maybe it's because
the poem i've been trying to write
is not ready for paper
and maybe
i'm the paper
that's not ready for it
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