Love Poems
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Evenshould we belast to shine,we’re still special,still held captiveunder our spell.We won’t lose evena single glimmer,felling our resplendenceon an open wide,envious world.Evenif death comesto collect,we’ll still knowwhat we builtwith bloodied hands.Our eyes,buried in shared flesh,closes all woundsafter catching sightof offered light.Our hands,closed upon our halos,tremble no more,while our stepsare carving into earthwhat we are.
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Outstretched arms.What do you seek?More of a stormhas been rising.It’s been apocalypticto even recognize you,while you remainmiles from the truth.Lost at sea,unable to seeyour faceyou are tryingto describe,upon a plea.Love could anchor youto infinity.Cities could build youinto security.Dried up as a leaffallen from autumn’sfatal decline,you rush downstream,remembering wordsfrom endlessrehearsal.It’s the time,is what you saywhen you…
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To scream.To leavewith icethat follows us,that has our back.We’re dreaming.We’ve been beggingfor somethingmore than our state.This isn’t lastinglonger than an instant,while eyes are on trackfor the past.What are we feeling,after we’re used upfor another time?A face stayswhen it freezesas a brief,simplistic memory.Nothing’s complexabout this,as everything’s distantin our closeness,touching skin,emptying eyes,until embersreveal what’s left.
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Dressed in finalityfor this occasion,burning imagesonto sand,returning grainsto the spotwe knew to meet. Answer to rainfall,prayed for to remakethe ocean we onceforgot to navigate. I’m rememberinghow we danced,letting our trails glide,mirroring the mist. Over long lines,for anchors,named your legs,I’m rushing to taketo the waythat I can stand,after eyesight lands. Light won’t betraywhat we undofrom our…
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When we checkif there’s a pulse,we might acton impulse,or we can,as we should,tend to the lighton our shoulders. It’s been dancingto branch its streamsof naked goldover our bodies. It’s been taking noticeto two heartscombined to be heardfrom delicate whispers. We’ve been survivingon an ailing stalemate,finding defeatbeyond mere corners,behind an infinite numbersof sprawling walls. Our blooming…
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Carried as petalsover vast contentsfrom our melting eyes,we’ve been thinkingover unsealed hearts,trapped insideeach other’s Hell. Heated tideshave been waking uswithin the night,for us to hold handswith our fever,within our frightextending forever. It’s a cursewe continue to lead,with the lightfrom our golden eyes. We’ve meant well,sticking close to hearwhat sudden changesin heartbeats could be. We’re locked…
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Above ashes,we return to form,bathing in colorswe forgot. Our kisses,always deepfor our hearts,always simplethe moment we softenour hold on its strings. Safe in connection,letting waters we oncecalled an enemypass our standing presence. There’s something eternalabout what we deliverto our bodies,from our dreams. Burdens run byon their ephemeralcourse into a drain,unable tostop where our feetare concentrated.…
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Weakening evidenceoften supportsyour lack of a trueexcuseto be there. Don’t apologizefor what hasended already. Don’t surviveon scraps,for you are morethan what will end upat the bottom. You’ve built this liewithout realizingthe meaningbehind your heartbeat. You’ve burned your bridgewithout knowingthat it was headingbeyond Heaven. Step backto see this disguiseyou have letbe the backwards approachto a golden…
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Over again,calm waterslet us cross into a fieldwhere we raiseda rotting refugewith a loose knot,before a feverburned it down. We can’t keepcoming around,to keep tryingwhen our cold handsare alwayswet with tears. To keep breaking downtakes us pastour limits, more than once.We will neverbe able to see the sun,until that knotdivides intothe best of oursymmetry. Into…
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I came here to repeat wordsfrom a voice that tells its soulful song,from a muted bird. I came hereto see what will nevercome back to me.Like springtime jealousiesmourning over lossesof unshaped emptiness,of a white canvas,of a tabula rasa gifting opportunityfor all enslaved colors. You are a body’s lengthburied, in soil, unevenwith the heartbeat of mine…
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I live. Your streaming fingerstrace veins where should be scars,pass along scars where should beyour hollow kisses.I keep connecting youto those long pathwayswhere I deserted old photographs,where I left those notesthat described all your details.I want, though cannotbury you, again, in a heartmade to somehowkeep beating. You are cemented in corridors,added as each blockto build…
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You hold candles to burn us toSpecks upon an aching shoulder.Why fall, when we knewTo give the ocean its space?One final teardrop breaks into cinders,With heat upon your form I trace.Walk back those eyesFrom afar, to bleeding arms. Do not stop sinkingEven when reaching the end of me.You were strong upon your own scenery.Never decide,…
