There’s space for you…

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When we meet, you will fit in my life and I will fit in yours. Until then, I will dream and write (bad) poems about love. 

Know this: when I am sad

you will hold my hand.

You will sit, and wait and listen to the breathing

and hear the pause between what is said

and not said.

 

When you are sad,

I will rub your back. I will bring you

food and write you letters and badly structured poems.

 

We can get lost in the semantics of love but you – you.

You give my stomach butterflies

distract me at work

 enter my dreams

make me laugh

make me cry.

I can be my real self with you.

And you with me.

And for today, tomorrow and yesterday, 

 

 

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About Jefner

Hi! I'm Jen, thanks for stopping by. I hope you find some things you're interested in. I'm a compulsive day dreamer and people watcher, if I could, I would spend most of my life in a coffee shop drinking coffee, reading books, writing and people watching. I write letters, a lot, and sometimes I send vegetables in the post too. I'm a bit of an outdoor activities junkie and have kayaking and canoeing running through my blood! I like going away on adventures, exploring new places and meeting new people. Enjoy.

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