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x Dec 2019
sometimes i check on you
to see if you're still where i left you
where i met you
in the past
in the last bits of my adolescence and memories

in the renderings of broken dreams
and silly nightmares
when things aren't what they seem

and sometimes i think you meet me there too
...to see if im still broken
or lost without you
to see if i had mispoken
when i spoke of being through
to see if i was just mad and didn't know what to do

sometimes in my dreams
i'll let you love me
and i let you hold me
and i'll let you kiss me
and unfold me
because i know you miss me
and we're with no one to scold me
with no standards to uphold me

sometimes i miss you
so you visit me in my dreams
in between the scenes of the seams
you look for me in her
and you look for me in me
in places that are obscure

because we are unable to be
in this more than real life
because decisions you have made,
so you look for girls like me.
to one day be your wife

one of a kind
so although you look for me
you know you'll never find
the woman that i'll be
the woman that i've become
who'd you thought one day 'd have your son

the girl you see in dreams
is no longer yours
is no longer front and center
is no longer fore

you see the girl in dreams
and although you slip between
the cracks of all the seams
sometimes you'll get a look
and it'll make you feel a gleam
and other time's you'll get a peek
i see it when you sneak

you see me in my dreams
you travel through this fine line
to see me in my mind
to defy the realm of life
to see me one more time
Danielle Jun 2017
Meet me
when the sun
didn't enlighten us,
but i'm not telling you
to keep us
as a secret.

Let's hide on
the shadow of sun,
let's talk about
our lives
and how we live like this.
Let's think,how we will
shown up on them,
let us show them
how we stand.

Meet me
when the sun
is glowing for us,
tell me if
you want to be
with me
as long as
the sun is shinning
and the world is spinning.
WickedHope Jan 2015
I run the back roads
to our hill
and stare at Boston
in the distance

I wish you
were that close,
close enough to see
so I know you're there
Memories I'm supposed to let go of, though I go back there all the time looking for something different. But I never find more than memories of someone I'm supposed to have forgotten.

His twentieth birthday is soon...
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http://hellopoetry.com/poem/918689/meet-me/

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