Raindrops and street lights has paved the road a glittery gold.
And I slip, turn and skid out. My treasure is home to you.
It’s been a full week, 4 planes… frequent flights to the coast.
Only your voice keeps my sanity in check.
You can’t imagine what it’s like to anticipate your embrace.
I’ve been dreaming about this and that I can’t wait.
This drive is taking so long…
And it’s trouble for you every second I wait.
Looked at your picture 3 times, such a beautiful smile…
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
I guess what they say all the time is true.
Only you. Only you.
Faint light glint between the clouds.
Tapping on the window pane stay in sync with the twinkling stars.
The rain competes with the smoothness of the radio.
I listen to soft jazz thinking of you.
Out of a full week, 4 restless nights…frequent checks for missed calls.
Your voice makes my heart race.
Anticipation of your arrival gives me butterflies.
Stories are made of this and I can’t wait.
This weekend is so long…
Flipping through an album makes me long for you more.
Those cheeks, that nose, your handsome smile…
Absence make the heart grow fonder.
I guess what they say is true.
Only you. Only you.
*This is a collaborative poem that was written by a friend an I*
Sometimes when I’m alone I cry
Cause I am on my own
The tears I cry are bitter and warm
They flow with life but take no form
I cry because my heart is torn
I find it difficult to carry on
If I had an ear to confide in
I would cry among my treasured friend
But who do you know that stops that long
To help another carry on
The world moves fast
And it would rather pass by
Than to stop and see what makes one cry
So painfully and sad
And no one cares about why
I Cry is one of my favorite poems by the late Tupac Shakur.
An excerpt from Sweet Dreams:
slumber, let the idle thoughts slip gently
as my words kiss your forehead gently
enter to your dreams and exit reality
being this blissfully high is an abnormality
There are many people that I have had the pleasure of knowing that possess some creative genius. Art is a perfect way to channel emotions and to store memories. This snippet is from a talented friend of mine. Every once in a while we will create a collaborative poem. That is, taking turns adding lines and practicing our craft. This poem is formally untitled, but I thought that “Sweet Dreams” was an appropriate fit.
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