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The concoction of the beauty resonating from your eyes
Has me dancing among swirling leaves
To the melodic symphony of the evening's breeze
And all my fears.
All my thoughts.
And all my pain.
Is burnt by the light of the moon
As we stand in the luminosity of the frozen sun
And whisper the lies of unholy
Caught in yesterday's web
But spun by tomorrow's thread
And the words you chant mesmerise me
Melting the winter in my heart
So that it blossoms into spring
Synshine's rays thawing out the ice
As glaciers of desolation
Tumble and fall
To create the picturesque sea
Where we swim and splash
With our fingers entwined
And this flame is wild
As it flickers and blazes with untainted ardour
Restlessly, the wick of the candle grows shorter
And all fires burn out eventually
But not if we ignite another match;
and burst another candle into flames. ♥
Has me dancing among swirling leaves
To the melodic symphony of the evening's breeze
And all my fears.
All my thoughts.
And all my pain.
Is burnt by the light of the moon
As we stand in the luminosity of the frozen sun
And whisper the lies of unholy
Caught in yesterday's web
But spun by tomorrow's thread
And the words you chant mesmerise me
Melting the winter in my heart
So that it blossoms into spring
Synshine's rays thawing out the ice
As glaciers of desolation
Tumble and fall
To create the picturesque sea
Where we swim and splash
With our fingers entwined
And this flame is wild
As it flickers and blazes with untainted ardour
Restlessly, the wick of the candle grows shorter
And all fires burn out eventually
But not if we ignite another match;
and burst another candle into flames. ♥
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Forging Foundations
there is part of me that knows these walls
in the same ways I know
unrequited was the dream I used to tie my strings to,
unrequited was the hope I used to fill myself up,
unrequited is just a word I used to be friends with
because you've crooked your fingers
into the hooks of my jeans
and you've hooked my heart,
dangling, a stranger to safety
learning how to let someone lead--
there is a piece of me that fears these feelings
like I fear insects that sting, like I fear wildfires that rage,
like I fear porcelain dolls
with cracked faces and scarred chests
because so far in this life,
all the beautiful things I've ever held
have come to me brok
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Fruitbat
A portrait is a flat mechanism.
In suit and tie or dress, some stooped
at the base of couches dragged into frame
and then left there, staring forward.
It does not matter who, the people in portraits belong
to the immaculate house of the past
where no one has ever lived
and the furniture is simple wood
propped up by a dowel or a sheaf of papers,
solid oak wrapped tight with gossamer thin cloth.
Even this is untrue, for the ones who know
about gossamer are now dead, stock set
in memories born still
for the things hinted in them had not happened.
The brown tinged wood was not illuminated
by a light cast outside the photograph,
swaying in a foye
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Breaking Down
You were once like the sun
Spreading light and warmth
Everywhere you went
Now there's a certain coldness
Creeping out of your body
Tainting all the words you say
I can feel you withdrawing
From the image of you I know
With greater frequency
As the days go by one by one
Every time they come to an end
And you set behind me in bed
I fear what will become of you
Tomorrow
Your transformation freightens me
The anxiety is coursing through my veins
And it's breaking me down, breaking me down
I mimic you and act like nothing's wrong
The worry won't let me ignore the problem
And it's breaking me down, breaking me down
Over time you became like the m
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Love is a flame that can't be tamed, and though we are its willing prey, my darling, we are not the ones to blame. ♥
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Beautiful!