Romance
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I’ve burnedmore than I canever renew.It is still enoughto recall it all,vanishing intothin trails.Just a memorybeing permanent,on a dotted line.I’ve driven it in,like a nail, for a wound,dying for a price.It wasn’t much,if its insignificancecan be comparedto an ocean.It doesn’t returnfor more than a second,blurred into distinction.It comes to corruptwhat hopes to go,untainted bya lost…
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What might it look like,reversing a sentenced,discarded direction?It was meant to be dead,not meant to be unreadfor its poignant eulogy.We smiled after welet go of what we claspedwithin soiled hands.For we wereexhausted, of allwe could beeven in residualcommitment.We still cried,though we did notcome to ever lie,when dust soakedour soft feet.We were walkingdown a brightened mile,never…
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You swore to me,that nothing was everthere to be severed,when everythinghad always remainedto be blamed.Love didn’t connectthe dots, the starsas often as you wanted.You’ve bled yourselfto prove to mewhatever you believedI could not see.I witnessed merelythe stars, while yourscars were extendingwith the shadowsfrom another day’strusted ending.You hoped that Iwould go, if that willprove you to…
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It wasn’t the typeof flame, to be ignored,heating our fingertips,having us rejoiceat each timeit went away.The moment we sawwhat fire can ruin,we gave into our flaw.The second we revealedour wounds to either,nothing else can be sealed.We were secrets,becoming final chapters.We turned into plot twists,becoming enemies to ourstagnant conflicts.We began caringfor nothing morethan a sinking ship,drifting…
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Holding a door open,for you to close iton your path towards a funeral in the dark,a setting sun.You were floweringwhen it had been timeto correct yourvanishing smile.But you were alwayshoping the sunwould lower youthrough its anchor.You were awaitingthe end of each day.You were resentingthe light, for the gray.Smoke shields you,while mirrors remindwhat little remainsin your…
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Having rinsed handsin bleak clouds,we waited for winter,with its white dust,to cover usin history’s rushto the end.We waited for death,while continuing to hopeour final breathwill be counted.In the mileswe’ve kept our loveour world’s secret,we’ve dreadedcoming close.We fearedclosing wounds,closing chaptersuntil that last pagehung like a tear.Kisses could havebeen the thunderthat wakes us.Embraces might havewarmed our cold…
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Lean back,let me seethose thoughtsyou are unseeing.Let me feelyour wound up,disheartened heart,while I undressyour wounds.Let me adoreall that you’ve cometo shout at,to abhor.Let me caressthe tears that findtheir meandering waythrough tresses,along bottomless,vibrant flesh.I want to keepcaring for everythingyou keep abandoning.Love isn’t a gift,as it is a blessing.I’ll grant it,regardless ofthe dustthat comes next.
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If this were valuable,if this were yours,you couldn’t laughwhen drops of bloodare all that’s leftto be cleaned.You wouldn’t bestabbing open wounds,deceiving me intoyearning to undoyour alienation.Love flooded fields,gave us harvest,granted us a tidefor growth, for bothof our heartsto decide.We weren’t meantto be ones to hide,while we werealways opento confide.Light shined whenwe were wilting.Water quenched usafter…
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Leaving echoes,reliving ripples,connecting the dotsamong faint stars.Undressing woundsto see what’s reflectingin this night,one where answersare never clear.I live in thispermeating darkness,rewiring a heart,hoping to findeverything that Ileft behind.You were thereto hear me contemplate,to know when Ihad been thinking.Such thoughts,such a sensationthat stirreduntil all becamea blinding blur.Having dippeda pair of feetin these waters,I still do not…
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Talking through funnels,with wind being here,sensing the dangerinside the twists.I’ve sent lovethrough a folded letter,dousing a final pagein what little I imaginedcan be contained,in the white.It ran its coursethrough your mind,if it had everfound its wayinto your hands.What did you think,when pieces came together,for one more time?Under a warming sun,you can bleed it out;but were…
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To close a curtain,to close these eyeswhere rain fell,after storms rose,while nothing elseever felt a needto remain.You were breathingalong the restof the hollowed way.But we were sinkingbeneath this poolof colored agony.I want what’s crystalto think about,to clean these woundsthat decorate handsthat had held yours.We’re separated,walking these curves,yearning duringan exposed aftermath.To dream will meanto relive a…
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Tears are fallinglike anchors, to keep usstilled for but a momentto see what we’ve gathered,before our armsturn into dust.Love has grown around,with colors to fill voids,with sounds to fill updeaf ears, that didn’t heara choir of angels.We are here, waiting forthose with flooded eyesto see what we’ve discovered,to hold onto whatwe’ve grown to live for.The…
