I think I will laugh, today, right now,
Hearing a funny tale,
I think I will sleep well, tonight, all night,
The wind blowing up a gale.
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I think I will love, this hour, this day,
Watching the perfect sun rise,
I think you can hold me, right now, somehow,
Gazing up at the starry skies.
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I think I will go, not now, quite soon,
The full moon is on the wane,
I think I will die, sometime, somewhere,
Taking with me my pain.
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I think I shall cry, today, one hour,
Laying huddled in my bed,
I think I will talk, quite soon, tonight,
Remembering all that I said.
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I think we shall meet, some day, quite soon,
Cupid once more in play,
I think we could love, not now, too soon,
I think we could love, some day.
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About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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