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by Anj CP | Love Poems and Other Mushy Stuff

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Your Face is a Poem

Your face is a poem.

With eyes that dance to a meter,

and lips that speak in rhyme.

I sometimes understand you.

But mostly, I find you open to interpretation.

That is your secret,

and I am endlessly fascinated.

Sticking to Simple Dreams

I know we’re in the middle of a world’s that’s gone and flipped itself over,

and I can’t make heads or tails of things beyond me.

So I’m sticking to this simple dream–

I just want someone to kiss hello,

and to blow kisses goodbye.

Shared Air

We are a tumble of breaths,

Each not knowing where one starts and one ends.

with your every inhale, my ribs are pulled in,

And in my every exhale it is your breath I smell on me,

We are so close, we share the same air.

Never Ready

I ‘ve dry-cleaned the gown that I’ll wear in that surprise party you said you’d throw me one day.

And I’ve packed my suitcase just in case we finally make it to that trip you’ve promised.

I’ve brought my boots out if you ever think of going on that hike.

Our list is getting longer, but not my patience.

I’m so ready for you to be ready.

Love Post Quarantine

Maybe we’ll share coffee again someday

in our favorite cafe.

And maybe we’ll hold hands, we’ll see.

Just the thought of it makes me giddy.

Maybe I’ll stare into your actual eyes

and not the screen.

Someday I’ll wake up

and know you’re not a dream.

It might soon, but maybes lie

But I still hope, don’t ask me why

Or when or how

But when this is through,

I will see you.

How It All Ends

You didn’t read how our story ends

Even though it was your hand that wrote it.

Maybe you pictured yourself a hero

and I didn’t need saving.

Maybe you saw yourself kind

and I didn’t need kindness either.

But someday, when you figure out

how to love in earnest,

You’ll open up our book and read til the very end

And know that I never said it was all your fault.

Troubling

The trouble with me is that I trouble with you.

Who knew of the trouble the two of us could brew?

I didn’t have a clue of what trouble could ensue

when I add a bit of me and you add a bit of you

Oh the tangles I undo when its trouble I pursue.

In Our Twilight

If I had met you

in our youth,

Oh the places

we would have roamed together

And how many changes of colors

and tastes and sights

we would have shared.

But still,

I am thankful to have met you

in my twilight

Where blurred lights make the lines

on my face softer

And your hands steady mine.

Fictional

It was the same road,

But a different direction.

It was the same words,

But a different intention.

When I look back

I find myself in contention

If all that ever was

my mind’s own creation.

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