She saw him with another girl
She's happy for him
But as she walk away,
"I wish that its still us in the end
and this is just a phase."
Was all she said.

Upward is the only way to go.
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Upward is the only way to go.
    Rising upon the warm breath
          Of inspired poetic inspiration
             Where you can fly like an Eagle
                  Writing heady prose like crazy
                    To your hearts humble intent
                         And your minds contentment.
                      Remembering your special.
                   And you owe it to the world
                  Right here and right Now.
              So write with positivity
      With poetic determination
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Written by Philip. November 4th 2018.

let each leaf in the forest
be a love story that anybody can walk through when
they feel alone.

let each late night car ride
carry sonnets, starlit whispers and murmurs
in case it feels a little too much.

let each poem in this logbook
be able to reach into your longing heart and empty hands
for whenever you thought you weren't loved.

i am always one poem away from saying "i love you."

hold of me
apple tree
i think i am controlling
but it's holding me
can't frolic
can't be
the apples that grow on this tree
are no good for me

Please don't let go
What were my hands made for if they're not holding yours?

I'll hold your hand until you let go.
The tighter you hold on the longer I'll stay.
But to be honest if our hands lost grip
I'd still stay.
My hands are forever intertwined in yours.
Even if your small fingertips lose touch
I will stay.
I will be mindful of the color or your nails.
And the tremble of your hands from nervousness.
When you let go
just remember
I'll be waiting for you.

Holding hands with you
Thoughts rushing, then slow and the
Moonlight becomes you