I wrote these for Creative Writing and wanted opinions, criticism, anything.
I dream of us often
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Tyler H. Henderson
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I used to wish on bright stars, pray to a god I wasn’t sure existed,
To have someone in my life like you, who loves me for all of me,
I dream of you, of us often, playful scenarios in stores and parks,
I run from you childishly, laughing loudly as you chase me,
I hide behind pillars and plastic rock walls in hopes you won’t catch me,
But right when I go to run again you catch me, arms around my waist,
I squeal and try my hardest to escape but you just laugh and turn me around,
I playfully huff and narrow my eyes at you crossing my arms,
You smirk at me just like you always do, your Atlantic blue eyes piercing my Autumn eyes,
I start to laugh wrapping my arms around your neck, you hug me back,
You call me by name and I look back at you, my usual curious expression waiting,
You kiss me softly and whisper how you love me,
My playful smirk grows back on my blushing face and I whisper in your ear,
“I love you more”
The Breeze No Longer Blows
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I’m reaching stretching my arm out,
Trying to reach places I can’t get to,
Doing my best to get where you are,
Leaning far over the ledge testing the Fates,
You’re just out of reach my hands can’t brush your shoulder,
I didn’t see the invisible barrier that keeps you from me,
I see words in it’s near transparence like state,
Money, time, school, family, all the things that keep me from you,
My heart drops and my body goes limp,
The memories of all the failed plans and nights spent alone are too much,
And I almost slip into the unknown depths below,
Gasping I grasp at the ledge to keep myself from falling,
You react and try to save me but you can’t reach me either,
I don’t fall but now there’s a pain in my side,
It throbs as I notice my skin scraped and bruised,
You look at me desperation in your eyes,
You try to speak but I can’t hear the words,
I ask you what you’re saying but you can’t hear me,
Then you mouth three words that stop my world,
Time freezes with the last syllable,
Petals stop their dances towards the ground,
Birds songs in the air ceases and all is quiet,
The breeze no longer blows,
Because you smiled at me and said,
“I love you more”
