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Part Time Poet Jan 2016
The color red, it's your favorite
The color white, your car, your house
Shakespeare, we were King and Queen
Choir, you sing like an angel
Gymnastics, you competed
Joseph, you directed
Laser tag, you destroyed
HIMYM, we watched as we cuddled
Your scent, it still lingers on me
Wine, I'd love to drink with you
New Years Eve, we talked all day and night
Mitchell's, we stayed for hours and conversed
France, we traveled together
Poetry, you got me writing again
My car, where we kissed at midnight
My basement, where we made love
It all reminds me of you

Sometimes I wish I had amnesia so I could forget...move on
But I love you so much
No case of amnesia could take you out of my mind

Although sometimes it hurts
I want you to know
That I love each and every one of those little things that reminds me of you
L.R.
Yani Nov 2019
Nothing good ever happens after 2 AM.
You should have gone home,
Poured a glass of wine,
Listened to Ted Mosby
As you watched HIMYM.

You should have refused
That cup of coffee,
Exposing your heart out
In the process of enjoying
Whatever ‘that’ you have.

It’s past two in the morning,
Hug that pillow, go to bed.
Sleep now, peacefully
And rest well my heart.
When the clock struck two, you should have gone to sleep.
Eric W Jan 2016
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                                       *Top.
                                     the very
                                rain.             To
                     the
air bags you hounding      
                     us know. you got it from
                   to bad. soul-mates. straw protect
                 the paper. count daddy. cat roof
                 We tree. creative writing. painting build
              of do everything day. tattoos. harry hope.
        in potter, himym. the dam. racing. falling shingles
      our in water into the trash can. all the laughs.home
We the hopes. the dreams. the love. many more to come *
cover
to form the ceiling in which we gaze upon in starry wonder
         and                                                              ­             up
         building                                                         ­          up
         ahead   and what lies           behind.     To       keep
         so          we       may               see        what         lies
         harm.   These glass               windows we       keep
         all          that         is                our        own   against
         build     so that  we                protect ours         and
         walls                                                            ­           we
         open             doors  to  the  future.                These
         can                live                  happily                 ­  and
         way               to                    in                         which   Cieara,       Eric
         so                  we         open the                          only      /|\              /|\
         for                 our                  future                      and       |   Dance  |
         on                  which             we                    prepare       /\     /|\       /\
         on which to lay our lives and hopes and  dreams     /   \   / \     /    \
         Build a foundation of  brick, mortar,  and    stone

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