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POETRY BY STARRY NIGHT WRITER
From Sullivan's Short Stories
some days
all i want
is nothing more
and nothing less
than to just
hold his hand
will he ever know?
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trees glitter in windows so statuesque
smoke rising from chimneys
carries whispered wishes from childrens' lips
windows fog up in hopes of snow
and a pink-cheeked santa peers from the front lawn
tinkling music plays at every turn
and the salvation army bell rings all night long
it's beautiful and breathtaking and i await it all year
the crunch of snow and warmth of my scarf
flour-dusted cheeks and vanilla scented skin
it is all so bittersweet
without someone
to share it with
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the stormy blues and grays of his voice
are more than i can bear
the green of his eyes pierces to the depths
i can't help but falling
i never stood a chance
against being
completely in
love with
him
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it looms ahead waiting
a silence pregnant with anticipation
i can already smell the rotting wood and rusted bronze
misshapen stones jut out of the ivy covered wall
i hold my breath as my heart stops
a steady hand reaches out
fingertips brush the cool metal
i come alive
i push it open and step
into the welcoming sunlight
of my imagination
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