Love
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Something’s sure to sparkyour color, in this frame,of mind. Can you mindthese shadows that decoratethis room? Can you make room?Your portrait remains here,still barren and motionless. Isolated wick, without flame,from your heart. Can you start it?Without me, can you present it,a love that drew from dying breaths? You are revealed, but you arestill sealed. Just…
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I’ve brought a ship down,meeting my downfallupon an ocean’s squall.Tears will roar,no wings will soar,making this burdenunable to surmount,when I cannot account. I drift on, on wreckage,weeping in place of keepingwisdom close, on its leash. Pain has become imminent,lost has remained intimate.I feel that wind creep close,brushing pastwhere nothing lasts. Are you seeing this?Just a…
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Washed up,like a blanket upon sand.I’ll present you with warmth,to be colorful, in those cloudswhere surrenderwas your white shroud. Holding a lightagainst that darkness,removing emptinessfrom awareness. I’d love to revivewhat could not survivein those blank pagesof entangled history. I’d love to keep you,kissing you into greatness,lifting you into a sight,as wings give you flight. This…
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Standing there, moving nowhere,as a furnace for this velvet room.Heat radiates from in betweenfolds in those curtains of flesh. I take a step. You push back.You tease, as I aim to please.One look from your eyes,to be lost in allure.One kiss from your mouth,to suffocate on your tongue. There’s an ocean for usto be feral,…
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Stray from those lost words,as you weren’t asking for confusionto keep you circumventing. I am traveling across this bridgeto unify you with infinity.I am walking across these waters,holding hands with thin air,hoping you will come up. Run far from your stranded space,because you were never askingfor me to keep you moving. I walk, without letting…
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A new ghostwho lack wings.A crippled angelwho spreads fever,a warmth to be caged,to forever fade. Who told her to staywith shadows,those that lingeron the edges of her fingers? A candle comes close,with the flame staying distant.Nothing’s ever true,as she melts into morning dew. A sickness to be loved,as sickness demands the flame,though all she casts…
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Blank slate,keeping up withthese times of cold,winter frostupon our bitter souls. Knots that strangleour promises into voids.I wanted to let you knowof these roots,stretching below. I wanted you to seewhat I’ve always believed.I’ve wanted you to findall dreams I’ve kept in mind. The temptation to viewthose paranormal memories,rising as phantomsfrom somewhere deep,from places,where we’ve spent…
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You deceive,in order to ignorethe one who bleedsfor more. For no morecould be given,as I stand, naked,on this scarred shore. I am leaking historybehind me. What’s behind me?What else, if I’ve been letting goof your trail, to set sailinto that undressed sunset? I am letting myself believein shrouding quilts,in oceans that conceal a gardenabandoned, for…
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Will I knowwhen to flip that switch,to turn off those lightsthat brightenedonly my reflection,in isolation? Will I ever knowwhen to sweep you away,beneath a rug,far from this soulyou’ve constantly tugged? I grow enraged,turn red with the flamethat ignites this pale existence.I am a flag for surrender,with brittle ashes to remember.When will I knowto be more…
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If you don’t need it,then take it off.Dispose of your eyesore,remove what can be no more,as it remains those rockslaid as obstacleson that path you walk. I wasn’t trying to lose you,in trying to move you.Flooded throughout,we were leveled in depth,but had different degrees,different heightswith different weather. You melted your snow,while I kept to this…
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You’ve drawn yourself back,sheltered in your significance.Regardless, it gives no quakeinside that space,outside from our place,our compelling mistake. I’ve drawn you in circles,as nothing’s perfect.You make up these surroundings,where you’ve revealed yourselfin what you’ve concealed. All this time,you’ve remained brittleto touch, keeping yourselfaway from warm fingers. Am I that relentless?I never hoped to use you,in…
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I leak my colorupon thin shards,remembering my frame,being conscioustowards everlasting shame. I face an anchorthat will dropfrom one of Heaven’s cliffs.I am too stagnantto send for its stability,too inanimateto even appreciatehow movement stopped. How are you running on,like rivers carved from mirrors,as tears born of reflection? How are you seeking shelter,holding your hands against rain,putting…
Modern Romanticism 