I Broke Your Heart | Short Poem No. 92

I broke your heart
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I broke your heart
and made you cry.
I can’t ever
take that back.

I didn’t watch
with my mind’s eye.
I can’t ever
simply go back.

When I toss words
out to the sea.
They float to none;
only to me.

But when I toss
words to a friend.
I can’t redo
that bitter end.

Can I redo
that bitter end?

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Thinking About You Tonight | Short Poem No. 91

I’m thinking about you tonight.
Do you ever think about me?

I just wonder what you’re doing right now.
Or where you might be.

I thought about you as I washed the dishes. . .
You pop in my mind at random times.

I still have your knickknacks on the shelf, though.
But they look better in your house.

I hope you’re not mad at me.
You’re probably not.

I really miss you.
But I’ll try not to cry.

Sometimes I wonder what you’re doing. . .
Or do the dead just sleep?

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Do You Want to Kiss Me? | Short Poem No. 90

do you want to kiss me
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Do you want to kiss me?
There’s electricity
Floating through the air.

Do you really miss me?
Can’t take your eyes off me.
Tell me, do you care?

What do you feel?
Such a secret. . .
Why shy away
from me, my love?

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Balcony Gardens | Haiku | Short Poem No. 89

Balcony Gardens
Make Quiet Places To Rest
And Grow Emotions.

Balcony Gardens
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Have you cultivated your love while sitting out on your balcony? Or tended to your broken heart?

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Reaching Out to Me | Haiku | Short Poem No. 86

Reaching Out to Me.
And I’m Reaching Out to You.
Never Seem to meet.

reaching out to me
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Hands Were Made To Hold;
Fit Together Perfectly.
Why Are My Hands Free?

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