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My Poetry

And you better not copy these and try and make money off of them cause I KILL YOU!!!

I need a name for this one I'm open to suggestions!

He is to me a love so fair and true
My need for him is strong and always there
His eyes so deep and smile so full of joy
My soul is lost when I am not with him
But you could never understand this bond
For it is something shared by us alone
By fate, it's right, to destiny be true
We are as sun to day, as moon to night
Our hearts are one and ne'er shall we dare part

That's iambic pentameter baby!!!

Me

I am me
I want to be me
But I don't know who me is
Who is me? I know so little about me
Me has to be kind and giving
For that is the only me I know
Me is also fun and caring
Otherwise...I'm not me
Yet, when is me scared or sad?
What is painful for me?
Who does me trust?
Who knows me?
I don't know
But I shall soon find out...
For I am me

1)
I accept the fact
that love is love,
though I understand it
not at all.

I understand
your belly though
and tulips in a jar
and only that
I'd make of you
exactally what you are

2)
I musn't crowd you
I know that
your laugh on Christmas Eve
should be enough--
though we both know it isn't.

I try to look the other way
when you walk in a room
but, my God, was there ever
such a magnet as your face?

Compulsions
stronger than the will of God
make me want to kill your smile
before another man can see it.

3)
Every time we say hello
to some new encounter
we're on our way
toward goodbye.
Some distance
from the actual phrase
but moving toward it all the same.
The distance between those two words
becomes a little less
as we grow older.
Be aware then
That tommorow
is only tommorow.
There is nothing to fear
except the comming of another day.
But two against a winter morning
are sure to claim one more victory
over chance and trouble.
I'll sek your eyes
I'll do so with my eyes only.

4)
Saturday
keeps secrets
that Sunday
never could

I came
to love you
I wonder if you knew
or know.

5)
I wonder
if you looked on me
so gently
just because
you knew
looks were all
I'd get from you
all that you
could give.

Stringing me along
isn't what you're guilty of
not stringing me along
might cause
your citizen's arrest

1-5 By Robert McCuen

I'll be changing these poems up and around, so keep and eye out!

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