Truman Anderson Poems

Why do they call it falling in love
When its less like falling, and more
Like a gentle slide, a slight rock backwards,
Tipping over, gliding to rest.
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I can be two different people
In the span of an hour.
One of them is who I want to be all the time,
happy, confident, happy, content. This guy
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The walls are closing in,
and you're my window out.

The dress you wore
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