Love
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Let yourself surround,with tides growing long.Pulling you over,as I tie the knots aroundplaces I’ll come to kiss.No one is leaving here.I’ll scare all nightmaresfar from being here.Here’s for pleasant sinnerswho have hoped, in theircreative devices, to be winnersin the Hell they’ll admire.I bring down a breathto your sea of skin,cradling vastness of fleshfrom earth to…
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Crowded eyes,your concealed breathruns with a vapor -white, as this nighthas laid out a feastof roaring moonlight.Golden flesh,unclothed, while shakingmore the dust, than theceremonial clothes.Our worshiphas selected me,to merge forms,to fossilize.Your hair runs in length,my hands will triumph overyour velvet, smooth decor.You’ve adorned yourselfin what Heaven presented,while I build secondsbefore I devour all.Bringing us down,to…
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I’ve brought hope acrossa finish line, where quaint versehas been applied.It regresses these eyesfar from more welcoming skies,while I burn to keep thesecomparisons running.I melt, having wanted to knowwhat these footprints will grow.I feel as if I’ve stamped outa teeming garden of verdure,made the soil sterilethat it will not ever sproutgolden words, poignant phrases,in transparent…
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What have we here?You are displayingthose same shadowsyou resist toget to know.You dismiss whatyou will not complete,forcing harmonythrough divided thoughts,with bliss as your kissto shelter the truth.I’ve been lenientto prevent oncomingpunishment uponall this crudeness.You’ve been denyingyour world’s end,bending rules, if onlyto keep the path straight.When will we quitthis tormenting toil?These sounds we emit,memories we revisit,while…
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Untying myself,rewiring my mindafter I’ve beenburning to keepthis sundered formfrom disbelieving.We wanted whatwe never revisited,choosing insteadto seek silenceunder a moon,under the sunduring noon.Hope has diedafter trembling handshave clutched a numberof faded roses.Both of us,both invisible,neither beautiful,were once waitingnear a windowstained with time.What is thereto return to,once we havesaid our farewellto the last teardrop?The teardropsthat have…
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An empire, no longerspoken as being eternal,when a song has beensilenced to listening ears.Were there other earsother than mine?I’ve searched a gravefor what I’ve lost.It had reminded meof what I didn’t save.Leaves crumble intotheir residue, sharingthe same due placeas common earth.I’ve wept in the morningas birds chirp anothereverlasting song fora pair of watching eyes.Here, I’ll…
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Love listens,as debris is spreadfrom a fire,on that’s as undyingas it’s desperateto keep you curtainedunder dark clouds.I’d love to restrain it,just as I’d love tobe your breath that speakssweeter words, out froma pair of unfrozen lips,no longer muted.You ought to be ableto see the sunlight,grasping a glimpseof how well-versedsuch recurring memorieskeep you bluffing.You ought to…
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Treasured heat,while placing pressureon an area that bleeds.Looking for lifein all kinds of leads,erasing progresswhen sunlightsticks to teardrops.I might find a laneto disappear into mist,counting no more ofall I can just release,without answers.Or I might reuse pain,wherever it springs a leak.From eyes to scars,from the moon or the stars,life is cursed to flow.I’ve confined thisinternal…
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Whichever disdainshe chooses, in vain,has always wrapped herthin wrists, tired feetfor repeated defeat.She’s used to this,counting bruises,while she returns a kissback to a hidden womb.She begins her plight,weeping within her nights,believing in everything worse,in nothing better.I call her close,relieving her, at a doseof simple words,uttered from a face,one she cannotrewrite nor retrace.I want her to…
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Our world. Gusts had told its tale. Its own whispers, drifting everything everywhere. Seeds once spread. Gardens had grown. Love was birthed from a small fraction of all being felt. When we felt it, we gave our eyes over to it. But nothing had burned, as nothing had lit itself up in the dark. In…
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A petal has sproutedas a colored bruiseon your parched lips.What placed it there,after love was here?I had been thereto remind youof all that ran red,in the untamed wild.I am still hereto reprieve you,while all retreatsback into the whitethat runs fromyour vacant eyes.I won’t be thereto be what I’m not,in this sight of mine,just mine.You’ll begin…
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Through multiples,seconds travellingin an airborne rush,I’ve called off daylightto spend a drop of myselfin the darknessof where you linger.Let’s no longer bemiles apart, when wecan, at last, restartour damaged hearts.Pages of fatal historycan be burned, in thisassortment of heaven’sguided burials.I am no longerwishing to sink a forminto the tasteless daytime,when I can, when I mustbring…
Modern Romanticism 