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I'd like to introduce myself to you
One letter, one syllable, one word at a time
I would like to take things slow with you
Play get to know with you
Like I've never been allowed to do before

I want to capture those butterflies
And release them into skies of us
Me and that one
My Mr. Right that has paid your attention in full
That can simmer in the quite between our glances

He would never waste our time on second chances
Because we are what time well spent is

I would like to introduce myself to you
Spell me out with big doe eyes
That only you can read into
That only you would take the years to understand

And looking back
You see me for who I am

Unadorned by outside exteriors
I never feel vulnerable with you
You cloak me in the reassurance that you are here
Here in each moment  that I need you

I would like to introduce myself to you
Planting memories that we can sip on in our bad days
Locked in gazes that I don't care to escape
I can't wait to meet you, or reintroduce

I would like to introduce myself to you
as a writer

i have a soft spot

for romance

but nothing else
 May 2014 Amour de Monet
Curtis
3am
 May 2014 Amour de Monet
Curtis
3am
What to do
When it's boredom
Not exhaustion
That takes hold
 May 2014 Amour de Monet
Trisha
She
 May 2014 Amour de Monet
Trisha
She
she wrote lonely
on her body
because that's what she was

she wrote ugly
on the mirror
because that's what she saw

she wrote broken
on her heart
because she was hurt

but in the end she was a human
drunk on the idea that love
only love
could heal her
brokenness
Tumblr Inspiration.
I banged my head on the shelf exactly
     half an hour after
     I´d taken an aspirin
for my hangover.
Didn´t feel a thing.
 May 2014 Amour de Monet
Joe Cole
What can we tell of this eloquent man
Of the way the words flow from his magic pen
He writes of history, of legend and myth
Stories of family, of kin and of kith
Tales of the fields,  the forest, of sea
He pens the words  that we all love to read

Sverre never stop writing
i struggle with the keys
i struggle with me

a fierce exists there though

hiding
but
its everywhere in me

i keep going
because the only direction

is forward
they're quiet
they expect something from you

your mind is on you
you can't possibly know what they want

you want to please
you can't possibly know the words to say

they're quiet
they expect something from you

asking them to speak up
only makes them quiet down
for my old best friend. not the best sharer emotionally  in the world
walk across the garden of deception
be afraid of the roses
they have a magic
but it's not meant for you
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