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Poetry by myself and others.

What Will Become?

So there’s this girl
thinks she’s no
good because she’s
me and you
you know
she makes mistakes
does not
nice things
does good
things for wrong reasons
in other words
she’s amazing, just
not perfect

I wish she could see
wish she could feel
wish that she
would stop hurting
but remember how
I said she’s just like us?
what if we
don’t love ourselves either?
just like you and me
so where’s the higher ground?
I really want to lift her up
I need some
higher ground
need some

What will become
of the Devil
when we all
learn to love
all learn that
God loves us for a reason?
What will become?

But I Do

With words, sweet words—the currency of the day—
He tells how you’ve won his heart.
Giving roses, dozen roses—Earth’s love letters loaned—
He says he’ll always, ever be true.

And maybe,
By the swoons, the gasps, the thrills,
It’s justified.
The symbols are so sweet because of
What they signify.

But allow me to observe a few pertinent facts:
All but the mute can speak words of love to you.
‘most anyone with arms can place blossoms in your hands.
But is it not much easier to say than to be true?
How soon will his love’s flower falter
In the heat of life’s demands?

Ah, but not every guy,
In his heart of hearts,
Adores, loves, worships,
Thinks on, hopes for, dreams of,
Leads, follows, stands side by side with

No, it isn’t every man that
Lives his life for you.
But I do.
I do.