Keith Michael Poems

tonight i will sit and wait for you, i will watch the stars and recite the songs we used to sing. lay in the grass, and pretend that your coming around the corner for me, in that radiant white dress, just how we always imagined. and you look more beautiful even after all the days, months, years ago we had met. hand in hand, down the beach, and i swing you up and around and into my arms, and its perfection.
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When i look into your eyes, i don't see my reflection anymore, i don't see the key where i locked my heart, it has been opened and let out into the world, free as the night stars, to travel where it may. And i miss this, this feeling, you, your feeling. the spot marked where we sat the first time doesn't have the same impression, the grass isn't as green. sparks don't fly when you speak my name. It doesn't roll off your tongue with a smile, and my knees no longer go weak on a summer day when your scent comes across me.
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the storm was blowing harshly in the lit dessert morning and we could see it rolling over the plains. but at the same time i could not get away from your scent. standing next to me, the sweet smell of lilac and the sight of dandelions as far as you can see.
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We fell into the bush and have never laughed so loud. these last few hours have been magical, and it seems as if we've known each other forever. but against all that feels right, we will be saying goodbye in a matter of hours. all of the things we've done, from the morning rush under the quilted sheets, to our nightly indiscretions that would make the oldest of people blush. it was a time like none I've felt before, one that we will each hold on to, and make our fondest memories.
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a dark winter night, leads to my discontent. only so much snow can fall, only so many times can my legs tremble before i lose my composure, holding my tongue was never a part of this. With the brisk wind in the morning, hopefully a new light pours in, making it easier to wake up and start again. a poetry that words can't describe but simple enough that you know i mean you. come easy to me, lay in my arms, and make this night whole.
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can't you breathe from the bottom of the ocean the bird asked me, from over one of the currents. i held on to the vine at the bottom not wanting to let go, i just shook my head and held my breath. he saw the stubbornness from all the way up there, and flew off, presumably into his home. our homes aren't that much different, they are..
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Winter came all at once, dropping snowflakes on my black cotton jacket. each one represented a different part of myself that i changed for the year. the largest of which being you, and how i learned to appreciate you and all that you do.....now inhale i tell myself

the air so cold, and numbing that i could help my slipping and stumbling. and breathe...-and a long exhale, regain myself and imagine a world much as this. a world where we could fit, right alongside the grandest of emperors and the greenest of fields where the stock spend their days, and nights so grandiose and filled with lavish gatherings that the greeks would blush. exhale....
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