Kewayne Wadley Poems

To what do I owe this childlike obsession
If chosen to be called that.
Am I exaggerating this whole thing, putting too much thought into something so simple.
The characteristic that gives chase day in and day out.
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In the calendar of your eyes,
I can see myself there everyday.
Marking big X's over the days your face was the first thing I saw when my eyes woke.
Waking up hearing the sink of each thought I've had of you.
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I watch you.
Wondering back and forth, gathering twigs and berries. Bringing to life a place only you allow your thoughts to wonder.
Although serious. I admire you alot.
I know if I was in your position I wouldn't walk through these woods alone.
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Your voice is like my favorite song.
I'm not quite sure how to explain it.
Soon as you speak my soul is instantly combustive.
A deep echo heard in the farthest region of my soul.
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When I think of you,
I think of a bag filled with a variety of color.
One coinciding with the next.
A peaceful look through a kaleidoscope.
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Wind,
Please don't rock my boat,
Have my sympathy at heart,
As man can't walk on water,
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The stars shine bright,
Singing their song of joy,
They litter the sky like fireflies,
They Sing to the jet black sky,
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Her hello was like the welcome mat that laid on the front porch,
A warm welcome, that never changed,
A steady conversation followed a smile,
That was her,
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You comfort me,
One perfect second, and one only,
Your there, i'm completed,
My lips caress you,
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