Atticus Poetry Poems

That was her gift,
she caught your imagination,
the girl who talked in sing.
And that's where I found her,
...

'Theres too much risk in loving.'
The young boy said.
No.
'Said the old man.'
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There we were making rhythms,
jumping ahead of earth's own heart beat,
setting new time to our universe,
and we drank it in like warming wine.
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I woke before her, and she slept on as the sun rose,
spilling light across our bed.
I stared at her,
she was perfect to me,
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We were a strange love,
her and I.
Too wild to last,
too rare to break.
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If you were a cloud,
that one day,
wandered into space,
and got lost,
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She turned my heart to ash,
sent from the heavens
on a bright red comet.
A chariot to trample
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We tried it again
but by then people had heard about it,
it wasn't the same.
We had once stumbled upon
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It rained in Rome,
it was sunny but it rained.
It seemed fresh, like a city brand new,
and the ruins glimmered,
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