If it was the last night on earth
Would I be brave enough
To tell you everything
My unfiltered love and admiration
Shining in the moonlight
Would you hold me tight
And whisper in my ear
As the night sky falls
Around us
Desire burning like each star
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Confident and brave, your presence draws everyone in, but
Even then, your eyes were fixed on the sun. Your sun.
I wondered what you'd think, if you were to look at me instead.
At night, I found comfort held in your slender golden petals.
Your sun was gone, but your stem never bowed to the wind.
Yellow was never my favourite colour until I kissed you.
Tiny flowers sprout from your head, invisible until you get close
Enough that you're hooked on this new addiction,
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You're dreaming of a pretty girl
With those red stained lips and curly hair
A clinging dress and hourglass shape
A face for a Claude Monet
Oh, she'll hold your hand on the sidewalk of life
She'll giggle at all the right times
She's poised and petite and like a glass of fine wine
She only gets better with age
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I feel his absence,
though I have not known his presence.
I tell you , its not a physical attraction,
but emotional connection .
I have neither looked into his eyes,
nor hugged him.
But have been touched
by his soul.
With his lyrical words
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I don’t know what love is,
I don’t know how it feels.
Is it wanting your lips on mine?
Or is it something more real?
I’m confused,
I’m blowing this out of proportion.
It’s like I’ve never met anybody else,
Oh, god I’m so desperate.
Waiting for hours on end,
Consumed by my so-called fantasy.
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Hearth ablaze in thine wretched flame,
myn voice shaded with echoes of the past.
The hart yearns in desperation.
For what cannot be true.
Moirai swathe myn leechman finger.
I swayed with his shadow,
The footsteps ring in eclipsed time.
Myn perception gleamed with webs of
Scenes brought about from faraway lands
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You're dreaming of a pretty girl
With those red stained lips and curly hair
A clinging dress and hourglass shape
A face for a Claude Monet
Oh, she'll hold your hand on the sidewalk of life
She'll giggle at all the right times
She's poised and petite and like a glass of fine wine
She only gets better with age
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am I so forgotten that I dont even cross your mind? can you not see my face when you close your eyes, or hear my voice at night? I think I've been stored away, just memories packed in a box, cuz distance only makes you forget. I used to be your favorite book, but I think you forgot how to read. I lay awake at night trying so hard to dream, but lately I'm just too tired to sleep. you just stopped trying as much, but I quit keeping track a while ago. as hours pass, the feelings fade into memories, and intensity is dulled into nothing. soon everything will remind you of someone else.
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theres no use in fighting what cannot be won
like theres no use in wishing at night for the sun
your poetic words were a clever disguise
but im just letting go and closing my eyes
now dont get me wrong, i love what you write
and i love when you whisper your words late at night
its just your shadow consumes me, i miss my own
and my thoughts are replaced by your gentle tone
and while i sit at home on this special day
you are with her, taking her breath away
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I took off the bracelet you gave me that night, but i can't find another one that matches the tan line. My skin doesn't fit me the way yours does. You talk to me in riddles so your honesty won't be misread, and i read the words not written, because they were my words first. My thoughts are on display and you can have them all. Our hearts are so transparent, but only because we know just how to look. There's fifty pens that are just like me, but my soul is too fragile to send. So where's that smile you promised me? You haven't called in weeks. Are you pacing the road most traveled, and wearing reflectors at night? Are you trying to get lost in familiarity, where routine days slowly turn you into another mindless zombie? Well, i won't make it easy on you and let you fade away.
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