the flow
the eve
the silentlywe go in, through
tunnels of solitude
how words could
motions wouldthe eyes
our ears
your voice
the tearsan ocean of blue
love that could
sadness that would
a breach of uncertaintyhere, there
atop a world
feelings and thoughts
surrendered under
bubbles that could neverwe held the gun
lied in our own doubt
sat upon
caressed the dark
and held the hand
of our future drought
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To love, to feel the friction of another with intensity so opaque it makes your knees tremble and quake.
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laid out
underneath
black skies
wedding daze
we ridejune eve
mid-may
hands to eyes
palms to knees
breaking downare soulmates meant to be
they think forever
yet what about after
when we’re stuck in the hereafter
waiting for an answer
for our last chapter
and the only thing left is a lasting actor -
He asked why I like to write poetry and I just said it was because I wanted to understand every single one of his colors.
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I hate people, but oh do I love writing about them.
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Be beautiful enough to understand the meaning behind beauty and how it’s not defined by appearance.
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The realization is that we are only ever a want and not ever a need.
