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Darius Mcqueen Poem
You are my everything
My every hope
My every dream
I adore the way you sing
The way you sound
The way you speak
I love you…
And I don’t mean that metaphorically
Or rhetorically or any of that.
I mean plethorically
I love you more than plenty
Or adoringly
I mean this, my words aren’t empty
Can’t you see? My love could fill the seven seas
It’s like it was meant to be, or is it just me?
Please don’t say it’s just me…
That’d be the end of me
This I can guarantee
There is no future I foresee where there is no “we”
So I’m on my knees begging,
Please… please hear my plea.
I’m sorry if I seem desperate
But that’s because I am…
My life without you has no meaning
It’s like I’ve been scammed
It makes my mood go up and down
Like I’m on a tram-poline…
But I keep it to myself and write these poems
Because I don’t want to cause a scene,
Make myself seen
At this point, it’s just routine
To hide my feelings for you…
I wish I could make it known
Whenever you cry, my heart of stone
Cracks just a little bit more
I wish I could tell you…
You say you want a man
I would say “here I stand”
But I don’t think I can
I wish I could make you happy…
I’d never make you cry
I’d never leave your side
I’d give you all you wanted plus more
If I could, I’d give you my sight
Maybe then you’d see what I do
For I see a girl
who fights for what’s right
Who shines with such light
Who’s smile is so bright
I see a woman
who is so strong
Maybe not all brawn
But it’s to that mind which I’m drawn
I see you
Not just for who you seem
You’re sweet like ice cream
You’re just like a dream
In my eyes You’re the perfect person
Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise
I might not be very wise,
But this I can’t compromise on
keep being who you are
Keep shining like a star
And don’t you ever forget
In my eyes, you’re perfect
Copyright © Darius McQueen | Year Posted 2026
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Darius Mcqueen Poem
Dear me of the past
The me that couldn’t last.
You folded in shadows and learned how to bend,
But breaking was never supposed to be the end.
You were molded, changed, rose from the ash,
Yet now all you do is hide behind a mask.
You paint on smiles with trembling hands,
build paper walls and call them plans.
You speak in echoes, laugh on cue,
But no one hears the real you.
You say that you’re fine while knowing you’re not,
You prance around while living with rot
That’s eating away from deep within
The absence of truth in your soul is a sin
But still, you rise with each aching breath,
a quiet rebellion in the arms of death.
You drag your shadow through dawn's slow grace,
longing for light to kiss your face.
Yet, here I am writing to you
The version of me that was beaten and abused
Do not quit, I know you’re a fighter
The darkest of times can only get brighter
You walked through fires no one could see,
carried pain like it was stitched into memory.
But oh, poor boy with weathered skin,
don’t you know healing begins within?
The mirror may haunt you with all you’ve survived,
But scars are proof that you’re still alive.
You’ve loved with a heart that was never whole,
gave pieces away just to feel like a soul.
But now, now, I see you clearer each day,
a warrior dressed in shades of gray.
Not broken. Not lost. Just not yet done.
Your story's still being carved by the sun.
Copyright © Darius McQueen | Year Posted 2026
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