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Karen Murphy Poem
You're a cup of Milo on a cold winters day.
The bacon and eggs on a warm breakfast tray.
You're a budding rose in a dying field.
Your not the dagger, but the durable shield.
You're the rainfall in the middle of a drought.
You're the certainty in a world filled with doubt.
You're that shiny polish put on an old worn shoe.
In fact, you're all the reasons I'm in love with you.
Copyright © Karen Murphy | Year Posted 2007
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Karen Murphy Poem
The stars in your eyes,
Glisten like rays from the sun,
Like a picture of the sunrise,
or a bullet-less gun,
They sing like a bird,
And dance like a god,
Yet they speak not a word,
And neither dance, sing or nod,
One look deep inside,
Can make anyone's day,
Attraction yet denied,
There world simply grey,
Possession unrealized,
But only by you,
You see them as a dream,
And dreams don't come true,
Yet everyone's hooked,
On these stars in your eyes,
And everyone looked,
At there almighty size,
And you've got so much attention,
You just lost me in time,
So you'll never hear me mention,
That those stars are mine!
Copyright © Karen Murphy | Year Posted 2007
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Karen Murphy Poem
The clouds covered over,
the sun in the spring,
A pawn took the queen,
and checkmated the king,
The flowers bloomed,
at winters start,
Say around the time,
you stole my heart.
Copyright © Karen Murphy | Year Posted 2007
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Karen Murphy Poem
If you asked me
what I did yesterday,
I couldn't tell you.
But my shadow could.
If you asked me
what I had for breakfast,
I couldn't tell you.
But my shadow could.
And if you asked me
where I was an hour ago,
I couldn't tell you.
I'd tell you to ask
my shadow.
Because she knows.
She could tell you.
She won't tell me.
But she could.
Copyright © Karen Murphy | Year Posted 2007
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