Maybe it was the smoke
or the flames burning brightly.
Maybe it was the moon
or the stars shining rightly.
Maybe it was your eyes
or how you held me tightly.
Maybe it was the way
you touched me so lightly.
Maybe it’s how I miss you
daily and nightly.
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Old Movies
We watch the old films
since they hold the most substance.
Oh, those were the days.
© Autumn Siders 2018
2875
A coffee shop,
a parking lot,
another pointless
plot.
An evening out,
just for clout,
and to prove
without a doubt
there is no you
and me.
© Autumn Siders 2018
Happy
A smile, a laugh, a semblance of glee.
All things you wish,
you could see in me.
I can’t, I won’t, it’s just not right
to give you hope
in this pointless plight.
© Autumn Siders 2018
Too Much
Has anyone told you you’re annoying?
Because I am certain that you are.
Has anyone told you to leave?
I’d love if you went far.
Has anyone told you your voice
is just too much to hear?
When you are around me,
one thing is very clear.
I’d love nothing more than to tell you
that your noise is just too much
but I’d rather just be sleeping
and dreaming of mice and such.
© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2018
Congratulations, Mimi and Rachael!
Love can be a tricky thing,
sneak up on you,
sight unseen.
Once it grabs you tight,
you grab it back,
with all your might.
And so the ride begins,
follow your heart,
and you’ll always win.
© Autumn Siders 2018
I Would
I’d buy you a drink
if I knew you wouldn’t throw it in my face.
I’d take you home
if I knew we wouldn’t regret it in the morn.
I’d give you my number
if I thought there was a chance you’d call.
I’d give you my heart
if I thought you’d leave her for me.
© Autumn Siders 2018
#tbt
A tattooed arm
in the side mirror
under the moonlit sky.
Night breeze
through the windows,
from your lips
only lies.
Blacktop
stretches on;
the engine roars;
I am gone.
© Autumn Siders 2014
Brush Off
Hey! I thought that was you.
How about a coffee?
Maybe two?
Hey! I’ve been meaning to call.
It’s just, well you know,
life and all.
No worries, I get it.
Are you busy tonight?
No, not really,
but I’ve got an early flight.
I hear ya,
don’t worry,
perhaps another
time?
Sure,
I’ll see ya,
when our love,
isn’t a crime.
© Autumn Siders 2018
Dig
Money’s always been tight,
I just thought you knew.
But the truth is, dear,
I can’t imagine a world without you.
The lies I’ve told
were all born of love
and the mess I’ve made
is not one to rise above.
The thing about is,
well, it’s that once you start to dig,
there’s nowhere to go
but down.
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