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Category: Poetry

the first time I fell in love…

February 4, 2019Leave a comment

it was magic.

sparks, butterflies, you name it.

it was scary,

because I finally found someone that I never wanted to lose.

it was fun.

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new beginnings.

January 26, 2019Leave a comment

she sighed a silent breath,

thinking about the journey here.

the journey that was so planned.

so direct.

so sure.

—

she never imagined that she would deviate,

because she did not know how.

that was not her.

or was it?

—

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you.

January 3, 2019Leave a comment

like a cup of coffee,

you bring me warmth.

like well-written lyrics,

you allow me to feel deeply.

like the first snow of winter,

you make me giddy as a child.

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number one.

January 2, 2019Leave a comment

morning of christmas eve.

bittersweet feelings as we leave.

headed to visit family number two.

indianapolis coming into view.

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easy.

December 4, 2018Leave a comment

drivin’ down 65.

feeling so alive.

playin’ aldean number 4.

45-24 was the score.

skating around the rink.

never wanting to blink.

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even more.

November 27, 2018November 28, 2018Leave a comment

first, the airport hug.

second, showing off your hometown.

next, the flower shop & tuna fish sandwich

down by the river.

later, meeting the family,

who welcomed me with open arms.

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warmth.

November 13, 2018November 13, 2018Leave a comment

winter approaching.

heat blasting.

extremities freezing.

coffee brewing.

snow descending.

lips touching.

clothes layering,

and later falling.

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love on the weekend.

November 6, 2018Leave a comment

all glammed up.

bubbly in my cup.

the sweetest man by my side.

calling up the Uber ride.

smiling ear to ear.

like we’re the only ones here.

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hand in hand.

October 16, 2018Leave a comment

walking the leaf-covered streets.

drinking hot apple cider.

laughing at your dad jokes.

that’s where I wanna be.

—

sharing french fries.

driving with the top down.

singing country ballads.

that’s where I wanna be.

—

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xx.

October 10, 2018Leave a comment

xx.

a female.

a little girl.

to a woman.

pressured to be perfect.

to be put together.

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