poetry
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The morning’s glare
The morning’s glare pierced my skin as a hidden ray made it’s way onto my bed this early morning. Now the clouds cover the skies as if it’s mischievous actions never happened. It’s Thursday and if you know me by now, you should know I’m happy about that. Did you…
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We’re already halfway?
I couldn’t be more grateful. Despite how long certain things may take, I’m learning that there is no rush for anything. There is only here and now and all I can do in this moment, is all I can do in this moment. It’s Wednesday, which means we’re already halfway…
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Another Sunset with You Worth Spending
Any moment with you is one worth spending; Whether we stare at our screens or each other in the eyes— any moment with you is a moment worth spending. To me, these moments aren’t spent. Instead they roam and flutter about in the warm cool air of spring. I watch…
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It’s Monday and I Miss You More Than Ever
Sometimes, Mondays aren’t my favorite. Actually, I don’t think it’s ever been my favorite. On these days particularly though, I miss you more than ever. The moment I wave you good-bye, it’s as if I’m planting a boulder in my chest until the next time I see you. These grey…