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Elizabeth Hawkenson Poem
What we were just yesterday
And who we are today
Makes me wonder just a little
To you whom I might say
Thanks for being special.
But sometimes you aren’t so innocuous
For this is what scares me the most
I never know what you want of me
Or if we’re really close.
I hope I am someone disparate
But if I am not, please inform me now
For you, I can live without.
Michael, please all I ask
Is for you to be honest.
I don’t care for what we share
Is something not so chronic.
But if we try to be more tonic
Than this I know might work
If you trust me, as I do you
Than believe me when I lurk
I’ll be waiting for when we’re together
Your new home isn’t too far.
But when I get there,
I’ll pray you’re waiting
Pleasantly not looking for mar
But Michael, you’re the one I wait for
Through the next two years.
Please be there
For me, waiting
I want this to start afresh.
Copyright © Elizabeth Hawkenson | Year Posted 2008
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Elizabeth Hawkenson Poem
It may seem so simple
For that you’re very wrong
For 10 years this has happened
And now it is all gone
I don’t what has changed
Or if I did something wrong,
But regardless of all that
I know for sure it’s gone.
Just one day
So random a day
Tuesday, February 12
Who knew that it could change my life
When really it just helped
I am terrified of what’s next
I can’t tell people
For they call me crazy
But someone has to help me
Because this is not so easy to solve
I stumped myself
Now I need that extra help
To get my life on track
It isn’t easy if you can’t see
Then please will you just leave?
Copyright © Elizabeth Hawkenson | Year Posted 2008
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Elizabeth Hawkenson Poem
This may not seem so special
This I believe is true
But some things are left unspoken
Like crying, or loving you
My heart has yet to darken
As for now, I will make-do.
But before you know, we’ll have to mention
What it is that’s sad but true
Thinking of you brings me so much tension
As if my body cannot bestrew.
It thinks of you as a simple binion
Regardless of what you seek to ensue
It has an eager want to leaven
To hope and pray and maybe imbue
As I fight this strong temptation
My heart has much in beaucoup
My skin is softer than Egyptian cotton
My eyes are the color of the midnight dew
My abdomen is strongly lesion
My lips are waiting for the cue
And yet you see none of my construe
And despite all this, I long for the view
Of a deserted hilltop with memories of a vermin
That doesn’t realize that it takes two
But you know who I keep wanton
Through all the fog and dew
I would love that precipitation
To fall right down on you
But never for you to be too lonesome
For that is depressing for such a gorgeous milieu.
Copyright © Elizabeth Hawkenson | Year Posted 2008
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