Stars

There’s something in the stars.

And it’s written from afar.

Another knowing heart.

That’s beaten with yours from the start.

I can see it in the stars.

A whispered shout in the night.

It makes me feel like a Star.

Like someone’s wishing on me tonight.

-OM

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Midnight

I crept up upon a whisper. And saw the words disappear.

They seemed to run from me. These words inside of me.

I finally caught a word. A word, what a word.

The word was actually ‘word.’ And I got what I deserved.

No endings were found tonight. I kicked the period of a run on in flight.

You might think it’s right. But a single word is never right.

-Opinionated Man

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Love

You never love someone fully right away.

I love you more and more each day.

Those that fall into love, fall out of love.

And then move on from love.

We seem to find it each day.

Even if we have to make it some days.

That’s real love to me.

-OM

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Personal

I could never count the tears in your eyes. How often I’ve made you cry, how many times I’ve left you standing saying why. All for a few moments of disguise, let me cover up your eyes.

I’ll never be what you want me to be, but as long as you don’t see, there is nothing to see.

See these tears falling from your eyes, they are just lies.

Lost moments of you and I.

-OM

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Setting Sun

I sat beside a setting sun. A setting sun that said she was done.

She had been chasing the moon. But always seemed to arrive too soon.

I pointed at the stars. And showed her that’s how we all are.

Chasing something that you want. A shadow is what you hunt.

-OM

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A reflection on my reflection

I saw a reflection on my reflection.

A face, a hand, someone there.

No one to see my reaction.

But still I feel a stare.

I see your presence ever present.

Memories of what came to be.

A simple moment made present.

Were we meant to be.

Three heartbeats left from four.

And all we wanted was more.

For that four to be more.

For that we prayed and swore.

Life is made of days and now we have today.

A day I see a reflection on my reflection…

Another day I feel that linger of dismay.

Why won’t it go away.

-OM

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