Jimmy James Poems

As the sun rise I stand and look out my window, the feel of the early morning wind touches my skin. At that moment I thought you, the gentleness of your touch, the warmth of your body next to mine and the softness of your lips.

Memories of our life together flood my mind
your first cry
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I may not always do and say what is right
i may not always kiss your lips good night
i may not always say sorry when we fight
I may not always see the pain in your eyes
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