i don't know why
it's not a taste or a sound
it's in that empty feeling when you're not around
i can't describe it
in an email or letter
it's in the me just wanting to always know you better
i guess it's the small things
done between us everyday
the pain when i feel angry or the magnetism that makes me stay
it's not a smell
it's not a taste or a sound
it's that 'lonely but in a crowded room feeling' when you can't be found
no words
no expressions, folktales or phrases
no nouns, adverbs could possibly describe the way it is
for it's in the air
that blows through the trees
it's in me always staying when i know i should leave
i just don't know why
for it's not a taste or a sound
it's in the quiet recognition of the thing i've found....
in you.
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I googled your name and found your page... your poetry is superb, I want to become this good... I'm not sure if you shared anything at open mic, but if you're around for another you should. I really enjoy your "rhymes"
I found the piece that is similar to my piece... the sequence and the thoughts of the writers appear to be parallel, it is a freaky coincidence (I don't believe in coincidences, and I like your piece better lol) I'm considering rewriting "In You" so that "the thought of there being a collaboration or worst yet a plagiarism" won't be had. I truly appreciate your calling and input, we're all each other's sharpening stones. Bless.
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