Category : Poems

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I see an empty space next to the yellow bumble bee.
That could be the perfect place to park my broken down ten speed.
Just tell me when you get off work and where you'd like to meet.
Then we can pedal up and down the crowded streets.
My shoes are worn out, because the breaks don't function.
I just put my feet down and let them drag on the pavement.
When our legs get tired you can pick a spot to eat.
Under one umbrella, just talking and joking.
And I knew that I'd love you, for as long as you'd let me.
And I haven't caught my breath since the moment that we met.
We can be alone and not feel lonely.
I've been writing these poems with the pen you gave me.