his wine stained lips
leaves a hold on my soul
a cold hearted man
with devilish control
you feel his grasp
on your neck
which tingles down your back
his legs twine your heart
the touch feels warm
warm fills with lies
everything he said
leaves you hung
and dry
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They always come back, but we don’t always answer.
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a deep night
i call forth
his name in the divide
i read the pages i scribed
the tears you weep over time
to rhyme your name at the tip of my tongue
sway your rhythm between my begin
our souls twine in the valley at night
lost tunnels of the parallel
our universes collide on hidden truths
hues and broken fuses
we moved like fluid
riding the waves of our bodies music
we were illusive to losing ourselves
in the shadows
in a broken vision
where lovers lied
doves cried
a muse goes to die
i held your arm in the cold of that spring night
wrote a poem of a man which used to hold tight
it’s tonight and i still can’t seem to find
where i left the love
where the light had gone
when things were rightbefore a left turn
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It wasn’t good. It was good in the beginning and I held on to that.
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i twirl the pages of 25
holding onto things which used to be fine
i scream the words at the top of my lungs
how we danced in heaven to dine in hell
a blood bath i recalled all too well
the soft sensation of zinfandel
i said i’d meet you at the station of here and never
holding onto things we knew wouldn’t ever
standing in rotation, i feel his essence
launching to oblivion, yet i kept his pace
a handsome face with handsome legs
soft touch which wouldn’t fade
on the corner of beverly
a hand in my pocket with the other in hell
i could feel his ego at my wall
picking to become, becoming the latter
you hold their hands to hold their heaven
but sometimes you hold their hell
standing at the edge of here nor there
whispering a song
you knew all too wellon the corner of beverly
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I loved you with texture. You loved with a softness. Texture brought detail, softness brought folds. Folds brought creases and creases had secrets.
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i whisper upon your ear
two tongues who twist
to taste your lips against my soul
your aura bleeds white
innocence and bliss with a darkened kiss
i feel the roots of your tree
how your knees bend with the wind
the way you sway when i reminisce
i touch the tips of your soul
how you bend, we go slow
tango through the night
i needle the skin you once held tight
vertigo shades your hues
we couldn’t keep up, we couldn’t find truth
i soothed your you’s
i found you
in deep corners at night
where nothing bleeds right
where infidelity rings a hidden truth
honesty sways you and anger fuels
i touched
with a softness
grasp of your hands
how you fell in love
when everything was wrong
yet subconsciously rightof or concerning the part of the mind of which one is not fully aware but which influences one’s actions and feelings
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to love with words without emotion
a prose you couldn’t worship
i take the tones of your face
pinks and blues, hidden yellows
shades you were used to
emotions you couldn’t grasp to
i lie in the sun-kissed
lips of your lies, eyes of your stubbornness
they call it abuse, i call it masochism
we love things which are poisonous
souls who are noxious
i take your toxic, breathe your fumes
hold you close
can’t let you go
we walk within the night
holding the eve of your shadows
a blue moon, we frolic
you break my back and crack my spine
how do you walk if you’re not awake
how do you speak if you can’t take
i crawl on the toes you used to love
details of myself which gave you all
to lust your body, to give me hell
you broke bones, i couldn’t tellblue moon
words by dominic riccitello -
How you react to a situation says more about you than you know.
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The fact that neither of us made sense was the beauty of it.
