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Winger's Writtings

Night’s Passed

Another lonely night has passed
Memories of lost love linger
Filling every free thought
I’m trying not to think of it
But the peace is short lived
For like a tidal wave
The pain and loneliness comes crashing back
It consumes all parts of me
And I can’t help but begin to wonder
If love will find its way into my heart again
But the hope grows fainter with every passing night

The way I See You

Here I sit, writing you this poem which I written like a thousands time.
Trying to find the perfect word to express your beauty
But coming to the realization that there are no words to describe the beauty I see in you.
From your suttle and embracing smile to your innocent yet intensely hunting eyes.
From the way you make my palms sweat when we talk, to the way my pulse jumps when I see you.
I’m writing this poem to express my desire to in some way make an un-tangible somehow a tangible.
To convey to you how breath shortening your presence is to me.
From 20 feet or 20 yards, your beauty would remain as vibrant and lively to me.
With the grace of a butterfly and the beauty of a sunset.
I see you in a light which different then that of any other I’ve seen.
Through insecurities and imperfections you’re all the more endearing to me.
These were just a few words to let you know how I see you.

In The Night

I’m here without you
Almost to painful to bare
Memories haunting
Thoughts of you and me
Linger in the night

Looking Up At The Stars

I’ve spent countless nights staring up at the stars,
Trying to find peace in my thoughts.
In the thousands of thoughts that race through my head.
One that always comes to me is,
The possibility of someone, somewhere who could be staring at these same stars with the same inner unrest that I to feel.
I found myself out staring at the same sky as I had so many other times.
As I start to loose myself in thought, I am joined by a gentle and embracing smile.
She approaches, I stand to her and we begin to talk.
We both begin looking into the stars and making small talk.
Although I know her, I suddenly find myself overcome with nerves and find myself reaching out.
My hand reaches the small of her back and I feel my breath shorten.
This embrace only last for a few moments but somehow it just seemed right, holder her, looking at the stars with her, it just seemed right.
In the coming days I come to find that this thing that felt so right to me, was not received the same.
So once again I’m left longing, looking up at the stars

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