To Be One Again
On the ground lies a girl,
Dirt runs through her veins.
Thorns prick through her quick with a click.
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If you are not looking for passion
If you are not craving a deep connection constantly
If you are not traveling through this life looking for excitement
If you are not trying to fulfill each and everyone of your needs
If you don’t believe you can have everything you desire
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I know I haven't seen you
I know we’re miles apart
I know I cannot hold you
But I feel you in my heart
Is it wrong to think of you
And you to think of me
Trying not to want
What we know can never be
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Should I giggle and hold,
Or moan and release?
Or should I cease to vocate?
Fa tho, Fa tho,
In me cease is what you speak
People, friends, peers,
For spreading voices
Vaseline under your skin
I pray is foreign,
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The sign says “No Loitering”
But I don’t mind you soft strangers,
shuffling in mute,
meeting solace in the morning sun.
Its warmth on your shoulders
feels a little bit like love.
I know we’re always swimming in dirt and pretending we’re not.
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To Be One Again
On the ground lies a girl,
Dirt runs through her veins.
Thorns prick through her quick with a click.
......
In the quiet corners of my mind,
echoes linger,
words unspoken,
wrapped in shadows,
like whispers lost in the wind.
I reach,
fingers tracing the outlines
of invisible thoughts,
yearning for a glance,
......
blur my vision
let lines appear
let shapes appear
now mountains
here come staggered soldiers
marching armies
they come for us
to find us
to harvest and to harm us
we are wanted
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He said, I love you, baby. Begging me to repeat after him. But I wanted him to love me without words but truth. He acted like it was a game to him?
Playing with my emotions all the time, and still begging for a simple word?
He said, I love you: but realistically I'm nothing when he loves someone else.
I remember the day he fell in love with me. he asked if I'd take his last name and pass it on to our children, Lola and Aiden. So, the day he started talking about her was the day I realized he was in love with someone else.
I could tell when he was falling in love again because we went through the same thing. You spoke about her like you used to speak about me.
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Connection?
Yes-
that is a question.
Have you found it yet?
Is it worth the mention?
Can it find itself deep, in your dreamy convention?
Because I find that personally (to Me)
Connection is profound (unreasonably)
As a facade it
[appears]
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