Poetry Burns

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Final Curtain

In Uncategorized on August 21, 2014 at 5:25 pm

Different players, same game.
Knock down these walls that I’ve made.
It’s going to feel the same when you break me,
The same when you take me, for granted like the last one.
I’m waiting, on the edge of my seat.
What will this time’s catalyst be?
It’s always me in one way or the next?
Who am I to rewrite history when it will do the job all by itself
The same cycle, playing on repeat
You and me
Together, so happy
day to the next,
Nothing is certain.
Tell me what is behind
Could it be the final curtain?


He Probably Paints

In Uncategorized on August 21, 2014 at 5:18 pm

He’s probably a poet.
I know he can write.
He probably has new ideas
Well into the night.
He stands out in my mind,
He has for a while.
Visited my dreams a few times, even.
Always wearing THAT smile.
I’m reading his book now,
Just finished another.
I am watching him on TV.
Watching him on You Tube with his brother.
Going to his movie, he’s going to be there.
Maybe now I will get to tell him
How much he means to me.
No matter if its silly,
Just speaking from my heart.
Don’t have to go get married,
just appreciate his art!