I Want...I want to wrap my arms around you, Hold you so very tight, Cos it’s you, at least lately, Who gets me through the night.I Want...
I want to kiss you when we’re alone, Like I did last week, Because you’re making me smile, Every time we speak.
I want to touch you, And watch you close your eyes, Feeling you close to me, Forgetting to say goodbye.
I want to whisper your name, Before I fall asleep, Imagining that you’re holding me, In your heart for keeps.
I want to say I miss you, Five minutes after we part, Somehow I’ll
Bad PoetryDear --,Bad Poetry
I began your letter at the stop sign on Third Street and lost it in a traffic jam on Hemming Way; you would've rolled your eyes at the name, so I tried to imagine you sitting beside me. That's what did it, of course--I had a perfectly good sentence and it went right out the window
with sentiment.
See there--I was trying to redeem myself by writing a poem, but apologetic prose doesn't like to share. I had grand illusions--something about a word o
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Street photography is NOT a photograph of an empty street, traffic lights or graffiti. If you want to find out what street photography is really about check out the The Yard Collective [link]
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- Paige Ramsey
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Leigh
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life is a cabaret
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Don’t try for perfection because “good enough” is often just that.
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