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We hold in our kiss what you once called the beauty of a fading dream,
The light to what seems to be a way of desperation,
Or perhaps just one to break down my seams.
Your touch calls upon my skin waves upon waves of trembling need,
Leaving me in fear of your breath-taking little smiles,
A chance to lose my mind to this consolation of love in between.
But I'm the one who has been preaching the lack of beauty in a fading dream,
Lighting the light in making our own unfading dreams,
And to perhaps hoping to fall in love somewhere in between.
The light to what seems to be a way of desperation,
Or perhaps just one to break down my seams.
Your touch calls upon my skin waves upon waves of trembling need,
Leaving me in fear of your breath-taking little smiles,
A chance to lose my mind to this consolation of love in between.
But I'm the one who has been preaching the lack of beauty in a fading dream,
Lighting the light in making our own unfading dreams,
And to perhaps hoping to fall in love somewhere in between.
Literature
Just One More Kiss
A glimpse of you,
Breath taking,
Silencing,
Freezing,
Your eyes,
Your lips,
That smile,
Like fresh air,
My heart,
My poor heart,
Never knew what hit him,
Those damn lips,
Just one more kiss,
Then I can die.
Literature
Define: Love
Love is a beautiful thing
It is a painful thing
A happy thing
A sad thing
With the wrong person
It could even be a
dangerous thing
Love is what keeps us together
Or what tears us apart
Or simply is just there
Part of our lives
What we think about
Before we go to bed
What we dream about
When we are asleep
What consumes us
When we are alone
Or when we are together
Good or bad
Happy or sad
Dreams or reality
It is part of our lives
It is love
Literature
In Heaviness We Are Happy
Sometimes hearts become heavy, this doesn't necessarily mean that they are unhappy. It simply implies that they have become weighed down by love. They've lived life and, although their bearers have tasted misery, still survived to breathe another day. That's special. If you've never cried tears of true sorrow then you haven't smiled with true happiness either.
Hearts become heavy because love isn't like helium. Love doesn't float in the clouds, it is weighty like metal. That's what makes love so precious, because like gold we cannot afford to lose it. You see, because of love's heaviness, we notice when it's gone.
Sometimes hearts
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Sometimes the most beautiful dreams of ours comes true between what seems to be very few heartbeats of our life.
What would you give to have one come true?
For Maria
Submitted as entry to Dream Contest [link]
What would you give to have one come true?
For Maria
Submitted as entry to Dream Contest [link]
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There were seconds where I did not breathe at all.
Simply, your poem took my breath away.
Simply, your poem took my breath away.