Mr. S Poems

It always leads to me seeing you in places where I know you are not
it's Saturday you are at home
and there's a piece of me thinking you are not
I search for your face in every passing face
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What we are but a figment of imagination
Transcending the borders of human comprehension
The 'I' I am is the 'you' you are
That is why Love is now foundationed on Misconception and miscommunication
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she said I like your mental vocabulary
not in a sense of how smart you sound but in a sense of how smart you can see
I like how you paint with your head
then rub the brush with your tongue
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I think you can do more with your words than just say them
You could mean them
You could be them
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