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 Jun 2015 Jacob
Deanna
Let me drug you with my smile
so you'll stay for just a while,
long enough for me to say
everything to this day

that's crossed my mind
since you left behind
the world of freedom
so I would come

to your open arms
where the world is wide
and alone is small,
my smile won't fall

as long as you're there
to catch me,
to build me the moon
with a tool formed by you

this composition only you'll read
with every inch of need
and glory to see
how much you are to me
Written 5/30/13.
 Jun 2015 Jacob
Deanna
We dance
in a room
painted black
where stars

dot our eyes,
the smell of
lilacs
touching our lips

once we
intertwine.
Our bodies
are a symphony

weaving together,
every limb
another instrument,
composing

what Beauty
would be defined as.
We are flowers
with thorns and stems

lacing together.
We are lilacs
in the dark,
dancing in

an endless dance
of belief,
beauty,
and belonging.
Written 6/7/13.
 Jun 2015 Jacob
Deanna
We
bleed
forgiveness
like
it
is
the
dust
of
stars.
Written 6/21/13.
 Jun 2015 Jacob
Deanna
Impatience
and
Anxiety's
fingertips
have found
their way
to my
throat,

they pierced
my skin
with Fury
and
made
me bleed
Alone.
Written 7/10/13.
 Jun 2015 Jacob
Deanna
She held stars
that had died
years ago
as if they were
brand new.
Written 7/14/13.
 Jun 2015 Jacob
Deanna
Her heart
fell to the floor
without a sound
while it shattered
into a million pieces,
but the pain
still pounded
through her ears.
Written 7/17/13.
 Jun 2015 Jacob
Deanna
blue eyes like mine shine like a million suns,
but have the depth of a thousand oceans
where secrets are kept
and promises are broken.
Written 7/28/13.
 Jun 2015 Jacob
Deanna
If the moon
fell down
tonight,
I would go out
dressed in only
your memory.

I would pick
up the pieces,
one by one
and put them
into the shape
of your
smile.

If the moon
fell down
tonight,
I would pluck
the biggest piece
from the
unearthly floor

only to
bring it to you
with a look
of complete
innocence
as I handed you
my eyes.

If the moon
fell down
tonight,
I would whisper
into the stars
that I could piece
their heart back
together

like you
do with mine
every night
when my own
decides
to fall
apart.
Written 8/30/13.
Award winner.
 Jun 2015 Jacob
Deanna
Knife, please
 Jun 2015 Jacob
Deanna
Cut, cut, cut
down that tree
that you call
home

Chop, chop, chop
up that heart
that loves you
so.
Written 9/26/13.
 Jun 2015 Jacob
Deanna
Oh, Honey
 Jun 2015 Jacob
Deanna
I'll help you
pick the gravel
from your tongue
from when you fell
when you tried
to
chase the sky.
Written 9/26/13.
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