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There was one more word I needed to say but he left before I could say it So I texted it to him It was Bye and he never responded It didn't even say he read it He had deleted my number
Crazy maiden in the woods tracked her down as best I could She and I both bruised and bled. My leg was lame. She sought me dead. A tear-smudged face, a curdling cry A deadly grace,
It is just me and you, In this mini colloseum, Watching these amateur singers perform Crowded though it is, Smokers though we all are, In the fading light of a day gone by,
Scurrying about Wide eyes wary of feline watch. Gaze fixed, now they run.
I love you Now and forever Your smile Your eyes Your voice Your friendship You. I love you. I'll stay with you As long as you want Now and forever I'll love you
He's not tall, dark and handsome Or a muscular jock Not a hopeless romantic Or a sex-driven shmuck He's not perfect He gets angry He has scars But he's still perfect to me.
The Sun goes down and welcomes the Night
I fall asleep Images form I'm panting I'm running In a dark alley leading to a maze In a lean swaying building I hear my name Shouted Numerous times A variety of voices
Forfeit the winter Forfeit the snow Forefit the bitter and the cold Build your houses Where foliage spontaneously grows Where winds of wild ambition blow
On the very brink of reality, Hanging on the edge of safety, Tweet, tweet, tweeting up, up high, The in and out breaths, the deep sigh, To jump or hop back to the nest?
I can feel you closing in Nipping at my heals, only a few steps behind What do you want from me? I never asked for this chase to begin And yet to chase me down, you seem inclined
She ran through the forest, Heart a beating tempo Tripping over the rot, Breath a gasping crescendo You were her pursuit Chasing her with ease Like a phantom, quietly, You whispered through the trees
Do you see what I see? The boy in the mirror His life is a smile But it is false, fake, and broken He turns to the left His reflection again This time from a razor As he cuts again
Her eyes are sweet with the gentle glaze of death. Roseate lips of golden ice and petite hands clasped tight. Who is she praying to, in the soft morning light?