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I see Wrapped around you in softness, The robe meant to depart From a feeble waist For the greatest taste Of one man, as me Needing to see A woman with a majesty’s form, Written over in the sand. One long line for a verse Spells each delicate curve to be conversed. Life sits still…
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Whatever will ever Come of you In the years that follow? Your eyes seat themselves on the edges Of your withdrawn eyelids, Leaned back from the bleak irises, While falling rain, As raining tresses of chestnut Merge themselves in contrast To your porcelain skin. Your eyes seat themselves on that edge, Never to look upwards,…
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Who do you grieve for, When the night has no stars? When the ice of the silent universe Encompasses the space in your mouth, For whom do you scream? He died To your satisfaction. He bled For your wounds. He left, With the wetness of your appetite, Still remaining to dine. I once was trapped…
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Close your fatal wings around me, Once more. Close your bladed arms around me, Once more, For I know you will do so To demand forgiveness. My face is kissed With lips soaked in venom. My childlike face is the maturity of a turnip, Still a seed. Her eyes see the next pain to deal…
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Oh, devil inside, Demon inside, Makeshift goodbyes Have only sought to soothe What came crashing to me as comfort, To blow it away. What was an origin, Was a womb, For I was born a monster, in a monster’s belly. Her eyes stare the world to sadness, Her form is toxic in its structure. Grown…
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Beneath her eyes, I scorned a thorn on the many roses Did color this world of ours. Beneath her stare, I felt the man I knew myself to be Was never to leave, until the sun grows cold. Beneath my veins, I drew blood from a wide stain, I knew myself for what I wanted,…
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Allow my wings, Strong arms, To embrace you, wrap you, Hold you, take you. I shall withhold you, withdraw you From the succumbing torment you’ve endured. Love has wings To take life away From itself, that stings. I endure the moments To gather the future, together in my palms. Let not the night crawl down…
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Come to me, Weeping angel. I want to wash your tears In my own birth of sadness. I want to send the sun To eclipse the moon in your heart Your face, Combined in the lace Of a million miles, draped Across, atop the craters, created By the stones that drop from your eyes. While…
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Leave behind the dust From your faded heart. In the rust, we combined Red and red to make blood. Leave behind those closed doors That were eons ago Opened to the sounds of strife, Creating romantic panic. I had scorned too much of you. Now I am through With the enforcement Of what I have…
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As I escape Into your face, I behold a paradise of bewilderment. You have dropped off Tears, to make an ocean. Your sadness is a bold reckoning To the lonely sphere, called Earth. I am enfeebled By your hollowness, As you renounce what we left Behind, in the debris. What did you notice Upon that…
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How dearly I’ve recalled In these few moments, to this time, The beauty I must describe, near to wine. Oh, love With your bluest of gazes, Startling me as though I’ve stepped Off of ground To the abyss of an ocean. Oh, love With your scarlet cheeks, Making me believe I bleed with the color…
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Edge yourself On the end of the tight rope, For it is the last bitter release Before the middle is cut. For upon the stem, Midnight becomes the image Of two connected hearts. Am I the roots, While you are the bud? The thorns! They are on the road to travel To you. Though, the…
Modern Romanticism 