Poetry

June 15, 2017

I’m Falling

Hills too high to climb, though the sun shines bright above
Space too large to fill, though it may be home to love
Path too long to travel, though you carry me in your arms
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June 15, 2017

Wishes

I wish I had done more
been more
I wish wishes were chips
and cash them all in
I wish I could quit
while I was ahead
Say goodbye to it all
with a winning hand
I wish more than all
That I had never learned of wishes

June 15, 2017

The Little Man

How brilliant said the little man
With his little heart in his little hand
He usually wore it on his sleeve
But he took it off when she chose to leave
Just like the ring he had always worn
Now weighed him down, his love forlorn
Just brilliant indeed was all he could say
As alone in the day, in his bed, did he lay

June 15, 2017

Sometimes

Sometimes, I like to lay and think of her
Nothing too complicated
Just enough to keep me sated
Enough to keep me sane
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