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    Author's Note: Written on 5/25/04. You can't say that I don't write ANY happy poems. Because this one.. Okay, fine! It was written in a sad mood too! But still it COULD be read as happy. A mixmatch, it was written for a guy, inspired by a memory of an ex, and with the feeling of nostalgia for being a kid and hiding inbetween the covers creating a magical world of your own WITHOUT monsters. As I said when I first posted it on LJ, "like when we were little and hid our heads underneath the sheets.. from all those monsters... trying to keep the inevitable at bay." I'm so emo. But I think this poem is universal and in the end I don't think I wrote it for just one person. But allll off YOUUUuUUu.. Aren't I grand?


On Bed Sheets

 

 

You and I
Exist on bed sheets
In the middle we lay

Somewhere ours
That lives for us
Clean as newborn day

Heads hidden
We breathe in air
Recycled between our lips

Hushed voices
Erupt in sparks
Igniting at the tips

Soaked in light
Filtered by snowy cotton
A white out of the senses

Eyes reflecting
Thoughts trapped within
Bouncing off clear lenses

Smile to see
Just the edge of you
Upon the soft horizon

Close yet far
Only here we maybe
Between the timeless dawn


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