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I wish I know when you mean to kiss me,
And when you are simply reacting to me.
Whether you mean to stir up my inside,
Or if you just want to touch my hand.
I thought of all this when I woke up today,
Thinking of all the beautiful things you are everyday...
And as I tried to tame this feeling in my chest,
I realized that an hour has already gone by.
And when you are simply reacting to me.
Whether you mean to stir up my inside,
Or if you just want to touch my hand.
I thought of all this when I woke up today,
Thinking of all the beautiful things you are everyday...
And as I tried to tame this feeling in my chest,
I realized that an hour has already gone by.
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Hands
your hands reach out to me,
soft, so warm and inviting
turning cold before my
fingers ever reach yours.
you hold my hand tightly
at first and then your grip
loosens and our palms
slide away from each other.
I am left with cold sweat
and unfinished plans in
place of where your fingers
interlocked with mine imperfectly.
Holding myself no longer
feels the same thanks to
you and your sweaty,
cold, lying hands.
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Ever after
she's the rustling leaves
in the springtime breeze that
puts my mind at ease-
the voice that grants me peace,
in knowing that winter is over
and the warmth is to return.
she's the chicken soup
on a chilly morning that
warms my heart-
the smell and flavour wafting
through our home, dreamlike
and permeating all this space.
she's the song playing in my ears,
the quiet lullaby that
brings me comfort at night-
her presence; music to my ears;
the sound of her walking by my side
put my fears to rest.
she's my favourite book
that never gets old, the one that
i never tire of reading-
the one where the words change meaning
as i age, the one that gr
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keep me beating
I am made of stone; push against me and I will push right back; lean against me and I will take your weight and add it to the world that is already sitting on them. Hit me with heated passion and I will only return your effort with pain; caress me with love and I will return your touch with forbidding. I am made of stone.
Made of flowering innocence and liquid courage, my veins flow on a disorderly track, mixing the doses created for my body. They beat into my conclave heart with something other than courage, turning my insides into a sloppy pen of ravished pigs. Try and fix me and you'll be chased by fears created in a grey mash of cells, e
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True love is eternal, but sometimes it can also be an eternal blond moment...for fools like me
I'm pretty sure now she doesn't read my poems anymore.
True love is eternal, but sometimes it can also be an eternal blond moment...for fools like me
I'm pretty sure now she doesn't read my poems anymore.
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This is wonderful! Thanks for your art!