Beautiful Katy’s songs- needed joys, we need.

Autumn leaves I remember the September Indian Summer, I remember the warm sun touching my face. I remember you. We entwined our hands and we walked by Lake St. Clair. I loved your… Continue reading

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Writing’s on the wall

The writing’s on the wall…. Did we love? Did we steal from each other? Did we loan kisses? If we did. I would steal and loan a thousand more kisses from you my… Continue reading

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“Your Light”

Originally posted on Poetry of Emotions:
You are surely beautiful just the way you are, inside and out, is a miracle, to me you are real love. Nothing more, nothing less, someone I…

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Which of Your Selves Will Tell Your Story?

Originally posted on Allison Marie Conway:
My fingernails have grown out and I am quite pleased with the clicketty clack sounds they make whilst tapping and scratching all over the keyboard keys as…

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We lies, we dies and I still wanted more…

We lies, we died and I still wanted you…. We lay in a bed of mercy, you and I, we bleed-out all the kindness we once knew. You told me often, “My soldier,… Continue reading

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Should of loved you more…

Should of loved you more…. He left love doorway 2,500 miles away. The hardest and coldest man, he loved the whiskey and he loved the taverns. He loved the darkest days and he… Continue reading

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I believe in forever once…

I believe in forever once I didn’t know, love could hurt so deeply. I didn’t know, your beautiful face would haunt me forever. I didn’t know, love wouldn’t be enough. I believe in… Continue reading

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She danced by the light of the candles..

She danced by the light of the candles. Sitting by the bay.Watching the sun fall into the sea. I’m a street poet of the night and I wear Army greens in the day. I’m waiting… Continue reading

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Nobody

Originally posted on Grace of the Sun:
Dancing tothe sounds of raindrops,while they flood my washed up shoes.I can hear asbells are ringing, people run topay their dues. I resistbut can not hide…

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She was a diamond…

We need to be thankful when we hold something precious in our hands. She was a  Diamond….                                20 Nov. 1994 The drunk man toasts to better days.We touched shot glasses.I asked him.Did… Continue reading

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