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Wanting ~you
Is a craving
I never knew I wanted
Never knew I needed
After *he left
All hope was lost
Then ~you came along
& ~you turned those
Self-inflicted wounded nights
Into something else.
Just like *he did.
Except now I know how fast
My heart is
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
For ~you.
I hope when I do get the strength to tell ~you
~you wont get angry at my heart.
Is a craving
I never knew I wanted
Never knew I needed
After *he left
All hope was lost
Then ~you came along
& ~you turned those
Self-inflicted wounded nights
Into something else.
Just like *he did.
Except now I know how fast
My heart is
f
a
l
l
i
n
g
For ~you.
I hope when I do get the strength to tell ~you
~you wont get angry at my heart.
Literature
NighTale
NighTale
Written on Sunday, January 4th 2015
As Night lovingly embraced Sky, her lover
And brought him down to her bosoms
Man sheltered themselves and fell still;
Not even their breathing was heard
While Stars danced above, lustful
Seducing before the lone, aroused Moon
Without Sun acknowledging their betrayal
Without Horizon witnessing their caresses
Then what story did mankind hold?
Too afraid to step into Darkness' domain
Too frail to bear the cold Frostbite;
Just hiding under the shade of blankets, shivering
That no soul under the Heaven said a word
That no tavern sang songs of the old
For there be only Silence, her and only ex
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i.
Within blue eyes
anemone and starfish
abound, and seaweed eyelashes
move leisurely with the tides.
At sunset they sparkle,
lined with golden sand
and swirling without a sure direction,
becoming cloudy as a storm brews.
Beware, anger flashes across the surface,
where riptides catch the unwary
ships and sailors, wrecked
and broken amongst its depths.
Only the brave venture in,
attracted by the untameable,
roaring waves and sharp wind.
Eyes stinging, they enter the battle.
Slowly they themselves become blue,
the cold clinging to their skin,
sucking out all their warmth.
Then white as stone,
lips cracked and filled with salt
that leaves a bitter
Literature
coming home
moments no longer
hang
delicately suspended
waiting
instead
deliriously happy
racing the storm
running down a street
thunder and sheets of rain
all around
wind curves around
pushes forcefully forward
leap
storm raging
pulls
up
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