His eyes were sepia,
Like old memories
Or like windows into the past
Made of the most precious glass
But his smile is a song
An anthem to celebrate today
Not yesterday, not tomorrow
His hands are strong
Enough to hold mine, to hold a pencil, to wave hello
So there is no sorrow
He is a thief
He does not just borrow
And my heart will be his forever
His eyes hold universes of thoughts,
Of memories
But his lips and his hands and his voice
Help us make more
Throw away the past so there is enough room
For the present.
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Jars of Stars
RandomThis is a collection of the poems I've typed up on my iPad. I've noticed I enjoy incorporating nature and space into my poetry, so if you dig nature and space read my poems! Some of them are dark, some are brighter, some rhyme and some are just word...
