Poetry (words)

Distractions.

Those things that turn your head. That make you forget what’s important. However slight they seem to you in the minutes they take hold. In waiting comes a feeling of insignificance. 

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Poetry (words)

Without him.

When he speaks I sometimes see his soul in the emotion that falls from his mouth. Listening changes completely I change completely. To feel his lips on my fingertips, to soak him up, to have him always close. 
Sometimes it feels like a dream, but dreams are for sleepers and I’m wide awake. I’m at my best beside him at my happiest in his arms. In goodbye the only sadness lies. 

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