Love

the best kind

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I love the world.
I love days.
I love nights.
I love stars and the universe.
I love my life.
That’s the best kind of love to be in. 

between you and me

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you’re all i think about
everything i dream about
all my heart beats for
everything in my eyes
can you see it all
because i do

that stupid grin on my face
the constant playing with hair
the little happy dance i do
the recurring glance to my phone
the waiting for what you say
the potential of the future
between you and me

the spark

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where did it all go
the excitement of seeing
an idea of anticipation
begging fingers to scratch
an erratic racing heart
anticipation spewing over
getting lost inside a kiss
forgetting what’s around
and just being there
itching to feel yet
not letting it all in

is it lost in analysis
obscure in indifference
wandering in coulds
hoping to break dark
or conceal in light
is it gone forever
possibly warn out
so it doesn’t know
when to spark
all over again

seeking perfection

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sometimes it’s hard to beat perfection

the perfect way your hand fits mine
and every curve on my body
the perfect way our mouths meld together
creating a flawless, inextricable tangle
how perfectly my mind goes blank
nothing but feeling and expressing
the perfect scent you leave on my skin
making me miss every moment next to you
and begging me to renew the aroma
by curling up next to you once again
how you know me perfectly
every little bit and attribute
how i perfectly trust you
to keep me safe, to have my back
how perfectly i fell into you
my heart flying over my head

only after perfection slips away
do you realize anything ever was

catch your breath

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the moment your heart erratically expands
how your whole soul feels like it’s smiling
lost in a moment so utterly perfect
lost outside yourself yet never more inside
how hard it feels to breathe
to take something so crucial
so necessary yet divine
turn it so you can’t help but be blind
even if just for this moment of reflection
where you took a complete leap of faith
hoping that they will be waiting
to catch your breath

Like the movies

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movies make love seem amazing
so where is that for the rest of us?
the moment you yearn for someone
the moment you kiss and fireworks fly
the moment you turn away only turn back
the moment you smile when you hear their voice
the moment you realize you are theirs
as if there was any other choice
why can’t we all be in love like the movies
where, even though there can be struggle,
there’s light at the end of the tunnel
because what’s a love story
if, in the end, the boy doesn’t get the girl?

this is the time

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this is the time of year
for giving, for sharing
not only of money
but of yourself and love
time with those you cherish
a smile, wave and hello
to the child you don’t know
as you walk down the street
shopping for those many gifts
that you place beneath your tree
gathering around family and friends
those where you find home

so turn on those twinkling lights
heat up a cup of hot cocoa
make a wish over a yule log
curl up in a blanket and sup
enjoying every moment
being thankful for all you have
and the joy the surrounds you
for no present under the tree
can mean as much as making it
home with your family

my christmas list

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a world with no hate or war
a world where kids can be free of fear
a world where skin doesn’t matter
a world where discrimination doesn’t exist
a country that isn’t divided over who’s in office
but instead bands together to create solutions
a state that continues to progress and grow
becoming more beautiful every day

the job that i look forward to every day
being able to perform in different ways
to tell a story and to work on more
to confirm what’s right for me
and to continually be my kind of perfect
not anyone else’s

no drama from errant siblings
no arguing over who got what
everyone getting along
with no tears, no screaming
just for this one day
just one stress-free day with family
sharing love and gratitude

is that too much to ask?

the things i love

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i see the door knob gleaming brightly
my hand itches to turn it
to open the door and walk out
rather than locked and closed

but then i’m enchanted by the pen
stroking stories into being
crafting lines of symmetry
filling in the holes where
those missing pieces lie

once the story is complete
the microphone catches my eye
so i sing and sing and sing
until my voice grows hoarse
and lungs feel light again

i’ll even write the songs i sing
i’ll compose music within me
and outward on a keyboard
hoping and hoping they’ll be heard
will anyone even listen

then i’ll look back at the door
the knob polished yet untouched
begging to be turned and opened
from its sorely locked state
to let me see outside what i love

i have everything i love right here
so why would i venture out
not able to find that one thing
that i ever seem to be missing
that elusive, pleasureful and painful thing

the thing that locked me in here
from the very beginning