Romance
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Being brought backinto the twists,mouth wide openexpecting the kissfrom death’s giver.I am hearing a namespoken backwards,while I’m singingfrom a heart,one I didn’t knoweven existed.It has its holes,its assortmentof different lengthsto the scars,being decorations,being remindersof the yearsdragged in tears.If anything will enda life, one thatnever recognized itselfunder the life,that time is now.If everything will cometo be
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A state of reasonis no more,while I change shapein this dilemmaof a heartcaught in wires.Cut me up,let me bleedinto flowing currentsfrom cold veins.Depart mefrom the wayI’ve hopedto always live.I keep returningto the momentI was deprivedof a sense of joy.I keep revivingthe same painthat takes me,to keep me.Crowding these eyeswith what I wish for,helpless in howI
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I’ve been hereto tell what’s old,what’s engravedin such scenerywhere youthis a mere splashto cause the crashof timelessnesson open space.All memoriesare yearnedamid this expanse,this teeming planeof fulfillment.Old flavorsare brought in,to be renewedon swollen tongues,on ancient minds.I will letthe lettersrewrite each other,revealing the wayto blanket mein their meaning.I will providethis aging lifewith its color,with its waterto continue
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Look at the wholeto beholdwhat continues its bold,closest approachto what’s grasped,before it turnsinto the dustthat gets rakedup to her.She’s the treethat loses leaves,that alleviatesher arms,from the weightof clean debris,of snow.An ocean of whitestays still,before her eyes,catches herfeeble attention,before she movesonto the next.The one undoneis her.It is not a worldwhere painis its recreation.She’s a newbornfirst learningto
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I’ll act like it,without the maskthat disproves it,finding out whereI had left offin the echo.I’ll come back in,immersing myselfinside the warmth,the Heavenwhere infinite lightreverts me,reverses me.For I was fleeingthe truth that someonehad kept for me,to someday see.The hour of leavinga shell behindexposes me,transforms me.Sounds surround.It’s enough to benothing I can ignore,everything I cannotanymore abhor.For letters
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One last timefor sentimentto be trapped in,as this efforthas been keepingthis home as hollowas the breathsbeing releasedinto the wind.Exhaustionprovides these lungswith all the toil,as I eventuallyhave staged a retreatback to a placeI won’t be smothered.All will be toldamong the colors,when letters are drawnonto infinite sands.The sun presentsfor a heart,the one that held back,its gleam to
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It’s been our world,favorable, intersectedwith depleting strength,tying ourselvesto the fog.We’ve lost the rush,kept close to the lossof our years,at the handsof our tears.Those mornings,or our mourninghave been draggingthese shadows on,giving us a pathto walk on.Our journeystretches further,along with markson our battered,bruised flesh.Our eyeslinger overwhat’s salient,what’s unsaved.It’s a desperate timewhen being wounded,without anythingto forever treasure.The night
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I’ve lost sunlight,been building sightsto see, to onlyever be able to counttheir distractions.While you have beenwriting your name,withdrawing the shamefrom within me,I’ve been able to seesomething more,someone to adore.Your short walk,to takeoverthe tragic eyesI’ve undressed,heals what I couldn’tcome to address,when alone.There’s the comfortof your presence,taking methrough starlight,replacing the soundsI’ve led through winter.Summer returnsin a startling
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Tragic turnscause tearsto come througha pair of eyesin the looking glass,reflecting back,with all going black,going gray.I am alwaysholding it close,the fire I wantto keep dancingfor its flicker,for its entrancebefore it fades.I’ve been herelistening to sounds,those from a heartburied in its wreckage,lost on its voyageof painful endurance.I would welcomea kiss from Heaven,to soon regainfrom what remains,in
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Roped to a slope,pour it down.It will fill incountless cracks,the embitteringfaults we collected.Clean the wound,before its infectionspreads furtherwith the same gracewe view withinan ongoing liewe worship.Life comes,it goes upon whenone abandons the willto reignite its light,over a face,within the night.Love remains,lingers in the dust,even aftermotion becomeslittle morethan a quiver.We’ve existed,if just to be remindedof something
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Don’t denywhat we’ve longbeen longing for,while surrenderingto the dust,when there was no oneto recolor the rust.Don’t betrayyour heart,when it’s beatingfor a reason you knowis somethingwe both won’t let go.Admit it.We’ll commit it,in all that comesafterwards.Love is a dancewe’ll dance with,expelling up to skiesrain’s reversal.It wasn’t anything morethan a single kissthat confirms this.We were living onfor
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I’ve misinterpretedthis symphonyof silence.I thought that Ihad been healingon this one path,this makeshift,spacious direction.But I’m losing form,wasting myself awayback into the first stepswhen I was born.I should not take onthe shape of a silhouette,being observed bya thousand achievers.Their belief in me,their tears for memust not be hurledoverboard.The fire has beengetting refueled,to bring warmthto these wounds,to
Modern Romanticism 