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Brad Miller Poem
There was a girl who really liked this boy
But he had no idea, as she was very coy
They had known each other for years;
And had shared laughter and tears.
Daily they would hang out and talk
And played outside without shoes and socks
Running around and having fun,
Enjoying each other without anyone
Else, as it did not matter,
When they were apart both were sadder.
This girl really wanted to be more than friends;
But, as you know, summer time quickly ends
And the girl didn’t have the courage to summon a kiss,
She imagined it would be hit or miss
And she was afraid that it wouldn’t be right
Or, somehow they would end up in a fight.
It was late in August and there was a fair in town,
Of course, the two went together to hang around
When the boy went to buy a coke,
There was this cute girl who told him a joke
They shared a laugh and a smile,
Both were quite smitten as they talked for awhile
Together they went and found his other friend,
He casually said good bye so he could spend
Time with the cute girl, who quickly held his hand,
But, she was going to leave soon -- as she played in the traveling band.
So the boy did not call his friend for several days,
This made her quite sad, lonely and dismayed
The fair left town; and they were back in school,
The boy found his friend, but she walked away cold
In class he was worried and wrote her a note,
He asked to meet after school by the lake and in the boat
Where they had often spent hours
His friend showed up and she had brought him flowers
The girl just grabbed his hand and she looked him in his eyes,
Slowly kissed his lips and caught him by surprise.
The two talked for hours and said how they felt,
The words were real and made both their hearts melt
From that day forward they shared everything,
No more hidden feelings as confusion it can bring.
Copyright © Brad Miller | Year Posted 2016
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Brad Miller Poem
Oh Tired Moon
Oh tired moon, won’t you take me away?
Far away from the troubled day.
Won’t you please chart me a course
and please help me find the source
of how I went so wrong
and how the day can seem so long.
Oh sleepy moon why must you go so fast?
Why doesn’t the darkness last
just a little bit longer?
Why aren’t I a little bit stronger?
How can I find the strength to show
how much my heart continues to grow?
Oh tired and sleepy moon, I know you must run.
For you are always chased away by the sun.
But know you bring me comfort each night
For I am alone and you still bring me light.
Copyright © Brad Miller | Year Posted 2016
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