then escape reality

that moment when we can shut out everything and
have some time to ourselves
either in this house or in this town
near the spot where the best times arrive
everytime with you is just like that
sharing random fun that astonishes
calling you every day after work
after you grow enough as a person you see
plans are not as important as creativity
every phrase a key to a door
read the words that remind you who you are
escalate and confirm the feelings that
arrive increasing our boiling temperment
lifting up my spirit like a released balloon
if you get rid of your stress than you can feel it too
there are days you know i need you
your touch is the power to heal
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About jaybeasley2

a writer, a painter, a poet, a wordsmith
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