Self Publishing Poem

I

I like your priceless smile

But I love how it makes my heart skip a beat more

I like your gold tinted eyes

But I love the way you stare into my soul more

I like your luscious lips

But I love the words that come out of it more

I like your architect designed nose

I love every breath you take that reminds me you are everywhere

I like your slightly pointed chin highlighting your sturdy jaw line

I love how it keeps my eyes glued to your angular lines

I am the class clown that makes your day

I am the stranger you've felt like you've met before

I am the loser that puts you on a throne making you a winner

I am the mirror reflecting your deepest insecurities

I am the one you call a friend

And you are just a cracked screen displaying the deepest crevasses in our relationship

                                                         

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Sweet Like A Crow (My Version)

Your voice sounds like a roller coaster sliding along the tracks going straight down a hill

Like a puppy introduced to a new home

Like water rushing through pipes

Like my nightmares haunting me

Like my mother telling me to go home and have dinner

Like my dog dying

A hedgehog being attacked

A vulture attacking its prey

A rain drop dancing in the storm

Like the crunch when eating cereal

Like blood flowing through my veins

Like men fighting for a single woman

A crowd cheering for the Broadway show

A hungry begger on the streets

A young man full of dreams walking to Wall street

Like arriving to a new country

Like a writer typing with a typewriter

Like beef cooked to medium rare

Like punching someone in the face

Like a compliment from the one you love

Like a mother protecting her child

A parade filled with angry teenagers

A corner housing the unwanted

A house with an unhappy family

Like pushing my ex into the river

Like realizing everything was just a dream

Like the sound I hear everytime you walk around the corner strucking my beating heart.

The Red Wheelbarrow (My Version)

so much depends

upon

a shiny gold

iPhone

scratched by sharp

keys

ending a fragile

relationship