Whenever

Whenever I think of you 

With your pirates point of view 

and your tendency to break hearts 

So beautiful they were 

Do you collect them and store 

Them under your bed 

To get them out at midnight?

And look at them again 

In there brokenness 

To feed your words and poems 

I met you and it 

Was like looking in a mirror 

Lessons learned 

And how beautiful you 

Still are 

With your eyes of pain

Come take my hand 

And be mine again 

And forever we will travel 

Each others gain 

◄ sometimes i think

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Nicola Beckett

Sat 22nd Dec 2018 22:34

Thank you Patrick xxx much to say and Im sending you much love xxx

<Deleted User> (16099)

Tue 18th Dec 2018 21:35

there is much to say about this poem good write I wish I knew all of the back story..

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