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March 19, 2025

I Am Yours

The frame of an oak tree,

The gentleness of a dove.

I try to forget the tenderness.

The storms I couldn’t see.

Windows hiding thoughts.

A flower missing the rain.

I never knew what to say.

I feel your warm embrace,

Cry as you fade away.

In another time,

- I was yours.

March 16, 2025

Hey Love

Hey love,

I know you had a day.

A tired exhausting,

Overwhelming kind of day.

I see you trying hard,

With everything you got.

You are enough sweetheart.

The world will love you

For exactly who you are.

March 15, 2025

I Don’t Understand the State You Are In

I don’t understand you,

The state you are in.

Coveting power

Like the blistering wind.

Endlessly sweeping

Across incredible miles.

Fear trampling,

Stretches of piles.

Leaves crumbling,

Asking you why.

Shoes pushing harder,

Hope longing to die.

I don’t understand

The state you are in.

Harrowing hallows

To the meticulous thin.

Lines breaking lines,

Forests crumbling still.

Why oh why

Don’t you feel the chill,

Of those you

trample and spiral upon.

Kindness, love,

Freedom all gone.

I don’t understand

The state you are in.

The orange, the red,

The perpetual sin.

The fragrant lying,

The fraudulent brawn.

I wish I could stop you

To become queen,

Not pawn.

March 14, 2025

A Love Letter

Find the beauty you hold inside

Unravel the ugly they left behind

Create a world all your own

Kindness, tenacity, warmth on a thrown

Trust your beliefs, lead the way

Ruminating anger will fade away

Utopia lives on inside of you

Meeting the queens, of our youth

Pushing, pulsing the future into view.

March 13, 2025

A Forgotten Spell

Why didn’t you say it

Was it scary to tell

The three words, “I love you”

A forgotten spell.

The witch, a broomstick,

That frog with a croak.

A world all your own,

Me a forgotten spoke.

Tricycles wobbling

On uneven sand.

A missing petal.

A forgotten hand.

“I’m here, I see you”

Is all I wished you’d say.

That smile of yours,

Our past in clay.