Give me mornings
the opportunity to start anew
with the rising sun
as it gleams through all the windows
and gives life to all that is green.
Give me the moon
on a cloudless night,
that in time will wane and wax
and wane again
in a rhythmic departure and arrival.
And give me the type of love
that only hurts a little
and looks perfect when you squint
and brushes hair off my shoulder
to replace it with a kiss.
Give me that
and that
and that
and then let me
covet no more.
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The Yellow Brick Ave 
Really enjoyed this, especially the tempo of the poem. You use it to great affect, and the alliteration and word choices all work well together. Nicely done.
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Thank you so much!
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I expected an ABBA tribute after reading the blurb (nice touch, by the way), but the poem blew me away. Absolutely gorgeous and well written!
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Lol, I’ll have to do the ABBA tribute in some other poem.
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Nah, don’t go wasting your emotions 😉
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theres no use star gazin
just play it by ear
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I really enjoyed this one Joy. The line “give me the type of love / that only hurts a little” really grabbed me for some reason, great writing! 👌🏽
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Thanks! That was the second line that I wrote back when the lines were longer, so I really love it, too!
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I love this, especially the last line. Very wise.
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Thank you! ❤️
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Oh, to be done with covetousness. Devoutly to be wished. Well done.
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Wow! Wonderfully written. Really beautiful. Loved it!!👏🏻
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Thank you!
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