Poetry For Everyday People
Sweet Stranger
On my knees
picking up
memories,
searching
underneath my bed
for falling dreams,
digging through maniacs
to find the good ones,
reaching for you,
no matter the pain,
or the hell that comes
with the ride,
how sweet understanding is,
over a hot cup of coffee, a glass
of wine, in the middle of a crowd
when the music's right, in curling
smoke freed,
eyes kissing us
all day and we pick
the kisses we like,
always putting our
instincts on ice
for our hearts,
nothing will stop me
from finding you
my beautiful friends
this life time
of ours
this time machine
of a pen.
picking up
memories,
searching
underneath my bed
for falling dreams,
digging through maniacs
to find the good ones,
reaching for you,
no matter the pain,
or the hell that comes
with the ride,
how sweet understanding is,
over a hot cup of coffee, a glass
of wine, in the middle of a crowd
when the music's right, in curling
smoke freed,
eyes kissing us
all day and we pick
the kisses we like,
always putting our
instincts on ice
for our hearts,
nothing will stop me
from finding you
my beautiful friends
this life time
of ours
this time machine
of a pen.
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Sweet Stranger
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