James Sanderson Poems

Sitting on my front lawn, looking up
At the night sky, strewn with buttercups
You shine brighter than anyone
Your smile painted against the night sky
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Instead of kissing by ocean waves,
We dance above some strangers' graves
Mourning the tragic loss of knowledge
Of the people left unacknowledged
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On the bandstand in the park
We sat on the stairs, monarchs
-of the fields we once played on.
We left once it became dark.
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To sleep with a burning mind and the heart -
Beating faster with each passing second
Moments pass, ‘til I cannot breathe or think -
Of anything but you. It hurts. It hurts.
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You stood
vulnerable and alone
in the darkness' tight embrace.
It wrapped its arms around you
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