I like you
I like you
Not because you play the piano
But because you only like to play for me
Not because you cook for me
But because you think about what I want
Not because you take me out
But because you want to
Not because you tell me I’m beautiful
But because you mean it
Not because you kiss my hand
But because my heart stops when you do
Not because of the color of your eyes
But the way you look into mine
Not because of what you do
But because you’re doing something
Not because you like me
But because you are you.
She drew on her Shoes
A favorite pair of shoes
is an important thing
often they're old
often they're comfortable
sometimes crazy people love
new, tight, pristine shoes.
Her shoes were once white
now somewhere between
off-white and brown
with blue and black stars
and hearts scattered
her name on the sole
She has a pair of heels
bright red and tweed wedges
she likes to wear them
they make her feel beautiful
even if the squeeze her toes
but they're sunday shoes.
She likes the shoes
that are covered in
dirt and ink the ones
that can get wet.
A favorite pair of shoes
is an important thing.
Animals of Light
Startled I thought
I heard something
scurry across the trail
of water on the ground
looking down I thought
I saw a mouse, but
all there was, was
light gliding over the water
like a bird in flight
Snow-fall
Leaning over the back
of my couch
to look out the window at
falling snow
reflecting at the beauty of each
small white flake
Smiling as I very slowly
slip and Wam
Note to self face plants on
a couch hurt.
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