Like the sun shining in
Through your windows
On a Saturday morning
Like the fading warmth
On the first summer day
As the sun turns into stars
Like feeling soft and safe
Under warm fuzzy blankets
On a cold winter day
Like that warm feeling
Of being held so tight
Hugging and not releasing
Like a smile on your face
And laughter until
Your stomach aches
Like the smell of a rose
When you get it from
The one you love most
Like handwritten notes
Stuffed in your pocket
Holding them close
Like your favourite song
And the need to dance
Just following along
Like the reckless energy
As if you're kids again
Wild and running free
Like the last bit of hope
A sliver of happiness
That last bit of yellow
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What I Leave Behind
PoetryWe all want to be remembered. We all leave pieces of ourselves behind. This is one of mine. This is what I leave behind. A collection of poetry, without a theme, made up of my favourite pieces I've written over the years and pieces I will write in t...
