— a poem of potpourris.

“When a semicolon joins two or more ideas in one sentence, those ideas are then given equal rank.”

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Your name’s written all over my tongue; surfing the riptides
Thoughts of you cavort; leaving marks on the mind
Time rolled disheveled to little glimpses; composure is what we seek
Heaps of feelings left unsaid; going
there and back again
Questions remain unanswered; the what-ifs subjugates
Not sure of what’s right; not sure if I want to be
Weeping days are ahead; joy feels far-flung
Euphoria’s too far to reach; beyond the flickering lights of the night
Delusional is what I am;
nothing more and nothing less.

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— a poem of potpourris.

Went on and on and so forth the morning after

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As the hours blurred into days and so on into months,
I rest my awfully crowded head and wish for the day
where our warmths would once again collide
as I gently brush aside my sight and call it a night.

I’ll have the sun again tomorrow; a new dawn
only to pollute them with my longing of the day
where I could finally show all the things I went through
simply to get to you.

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