My Poetry
You
All day was spent looking at the trees
I wanted to talk to you
Your voice was hidden behind the gentle breeze
I wont ever be able to take back what I said
But still look for our carvings
A rough and rugged stump lies there instead
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I can’t help but count
The sunrises until
your heart beats
next to mine
once more.
Then I know that
I will be yours
For sure.
These signs
Are everywhere
So hard to ignore.
You have a face
So beautiful and soft that
I adore.