Showing posts with label May 2011. Show all posts
Showing posts with label May 2011. Show all posts

To Fall for You

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I think I might want to fall in love
And lay next to you every night until I die.
I want to find you and whisper in your ear,
Hold you tight and squeeze you until I find my breath.
I want to save your life and kiss your forehead,
Tell you that everything will be okay—
I want to take you to Paris and watch the stars
And remind you of the years that we should have shared.
I think I might want to fall in love when I find you;
I’ll be a concrete wall so you can watch me crumble—
I’ll come running when I hear your voice.
Let me be the humility in your own eyes,
Tell me that you never want to see me leave,
I think I might want to fall in love,
I might want to fall in love with you tonight.
     DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

Summer Nights

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Summer nights are for broken hearts,
Staring at stars while the world sleeps.
They are for watching the birds go by,
Listening to the crickets and forgetting—
Forgetting we will wake up alone.

Summer nights are for taking hope,
And breaking it across your back.
They are for destroying your mind,
Reminders of where we nearly died—
Where the stars shined so bright.
        DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com 

My Heart

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Don’t believe a word I say,
Surely I must lie to you—
And I hope that you lie too.
On my mind you start to weigh,
Leaving me sad and confused—
Ego the salt in my wounds.
My heart pops like a balloon,
Jealously may leave me bruised—
Jealousy tears me in two.
The world must be made of sand,
It melts when you hold his hand—
I am torn because of you.
     DannYetman
www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com 

What You Do to Me

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Breathing stops—time stops,
Confronted with absolute beauty,
Words are nonexistent.
A perfect portrait—every detail noted,
A face to make the world unravel,
Never will there be another.
I hear a voice—I hear a chorus,
The theme song to my sorrow,
Tears are not resistant.
One to fight—One to die,
 I would gladly give it all,
Surely there is no other.
There is doubt—there is anxiety,
Words don't seem to be enough,
Surely you must be so distant.
     DannYetmanwww.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com