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I don’t know what else to do, so I am turning you into a poem

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I don’t know what else to do
So I am turning you into a poem

I am here to remind you
That is what you were made for
The girl whose hands turned my blood to gold
You are a poem I can no longer say out loud

But inside
inside me your name is a song on repeat

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With shut eyes I see your kite-shaped constellation
With eyes open I see the spaces you returned to me.

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  1. The Laughable Cheese says:
    July 23, 2014 at 14:00

    The words are pretty and this poem has a romantic beating heart to it.

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  2. mizipswich says:
    July 25, 2014 at 05:56

    I wish I’d written that last line: “With eyes open I see the spaces you returned to me.” That’s good poetry.

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  3. amy65 says:
    July 27, 2014 at 00:26

    I have nominated you for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award! http://amycharge97.wordpress.com/2014/07/26/the-very-inspiring-blogger-award/

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