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by Anj CP | Love Poems and Other Mushy Stuff

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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.

Until You Figure Things Out

Someday you’ll realize who pours the coffee when you yawn;

Or who always has a dry sleeve for you to cry on.

Who opens the door when you need a place to crash in;

Who cheers the loudest when you stand up to sing.

In time you will know this poem was for you;

And also this shirt, because I know you love blue.

But until them I am in this precarious state

I hold my heart by a string, awaiting its fate.

I deserve more than your kindness, but kindness will suffice.

When you do figure out where I stand, please be nice.

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.

Unraveled

red-thread

I am a wound ball of string, but with your slightest touch,

I fall and unravel.

A single slip and I am back to untangling

the mess that you make of my heart.

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