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you should see her when she smiles,
it is visible for 15 miles

my heart skips a beat when she smirks at me,
she set’s all the butterflies in my stomach free

but this poem is not for her
or for your emotions to stir.

this is a poem to all of you
who told me no before.

Thank you.

I found the one I was looking for.
Let’s have a conversation with no words,
where only each other can know what is heard.
We take a moment of silence for those we have lost,
and that silence for a moment repays the lives it had cost.
Words are only as powerful as the emotions you put behind them,
and as the effort you use to hide them.
The steady meter of your breath, the constant beat of your heart,
It is a symphony, a work of art.
You are the reason
I wake up every morning
with a smile on my face,
And also the reason
it disappears by the end of the day
Me
I wanted to write
a poem about me,
but I couldn't.
Because I have no idea,
who I am.
If only there was a discovery channel for yourself, some team of experts "This is a Jonathan..." Maybe I need my own baseball card showing what I should do.
My life in five words
...
*Back to the drawing board
I turned and saw
Her eyes
Locked on mine
One day
it's "i love you"
the next day
Goodbye
Bed
I don't know
If I'm tired or depressed
But all I know
Is I don't want to leave my bed.
When we first met
time flied,
We loved each other
we lied,
We argued
tongue tied,
We said goodbye
we tried.
She told you she was sad and you told her she was the sun. Warm rays penetrating your skin making you feel happy and free, but when the sun stopped shinning so did you

She told you she stopped eating and you told her she was a flower. Unique and beautiful in the most imperfect way, but when the flower wilted away so did you

She told you she cut and you told her she was a river. Winding and twisting creating deep cannons all over the earth, but when her rivers over flooded you drowned in them

She told you in her note she was sorry and you wanted to tell her she was the sunset. Breath taking and colorful, never being able to see her true beauty, but this time the sun set and never rose again.
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