jordan erickson Poems

I hold the stone
close to my mouth
I kiss it ever so soft
I opened my hands
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If my heart is sightful,
Then why must I have eyes?
If my soul is the only useful
Thing, then why are these hands mine?
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A gentle embrace,
Such beauty in your face.
A smile,
That makes me able to travel for miles.
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I stand alone
with my back to the stone
day dreaming of her
under the sun.
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I loved someone once,
we met in the park
I loved someone once,
her voice sweet as a lark's
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An angel he is
that word he doth rebel
but no matter how much he despises
he is now and forever an angel
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It hides in the darkness of the night
it waits for you to look away
before it takes flight
and then it is too late.
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Listening to the childs song
the tuning fork struck on a prong
the gaurd on the computer is playing pong
but for freedom I long
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to listen to his voice
would be like an angel
singing above all this white noise
making my tongue become all a tangel
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Do you see me?
Do you look at me?
Do you see me cry?
Do you know when i look into your face I lie?
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