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as I close my eyes I paint a picture.
it is you, again.
my pencils are filled with colour,
a perfect mixture

and it seems,
as if these shades
only exist in my dreams

I draw you, line by line
I play with the thought,
you might wanna be mine

I draw your skin,
you’re smiling eyes,
your chin

I draw the lips I’d like to kiss,
but what is this?

you’re not here,
not even close

and if you read this;
I am painting.
for you, 
I’m still waiting.

- gio
Nikki May 2020
Iedereen danst
de ruimte is gevuld met muziek
overal **** ik gelach
mensen omarmen elkaar
en hopen dat de muziek nooit stopt

In een hoekje van de zaal zit ik
Ik ben niet gekomen om te dansen
Maar waarom dan wel?
Misschien hoopte ik toch
dat iemand me ten dans zou vragen

Mijn gedachten worden onderbroken
door twee glasheldere ogen die me hoopvol aankijken
Een hand vraagt me om te dansen
en ik neem ze dankbaar vast
We dansen de hele avond
en de hele nacht
zelfs als de muziek stopt
laten we elkaar niet los

Maar plots begin je te vervagen
en word ik weggerukt
Ik word wakker
en het enige wat er nog van je overblijft
is een vage herinnering
en voeten die moe zijn van het dansen
Jessthemesss Nov 2018
She asked me how I felt

And when I opened my mouth

A butterfly flew out
insomniatrical Mar 2017
I love the way you hold me,
I love the way you smile.

I love the way you say my name,
I love the way it rolls of your tongue.

I love your touch,
I love your humor.
I love your laugh,
I love your hands.

I love the way you look,
I love who you are.

But I don't love how sad I feel
When I open my eyes
And know that I was only
Dreaming of you,
And not really holding you like
I used to do,

Just

Like

Every

Other

Night.
The way your eyes peer into my soul,
There is no way you were made for this earth.
So beautiful,
As if the gods created you themselves.
So kinda hearted,
Loving,
Gentle,
Sweet.
What has caused you to fall from the heavens and land on this hell that we call earth.
The more I speak to you the more I fall.
Deeper and deeper into this pit of emotion Ive never felt before,
Being in love.
You are sworn to the hand of someone else,
But how badly I wish you were mine.
It burns my soul like a straight shot of whiskey.
God I know Im not perfect,
But how I want to be good enough to hold your hand.
I want to kiss your lips,
But they are laced in poison.
Everyones got their own poison,
Im afraid that if I kiss your lips it will be my brand.
But then you'll walk away one day because you will see,
People like you are not made for people like me.
I am a demon,
Placed on this earth because I sold my soul to the devil for a chance to love.
But you were placed here by mistake,
My fallen angel..
~P.S.
Strawberry Aster Oct 2015
If
in a parallel world,
alarm clocks--
were made
to wake us up
from reality;

Then,
I shall
wake up
joyfully--
each time
at the first ring;

And
we shall
be together,
always--
in the amber glow
of my every dream~
Sitting alone.
Waiting.
Amidst the sea of strangers.
Is a dainty lady.
Flowing in her ears, a sweet melody---
The song of a singing violin.
Eyelids are heavy.
Body is tired and weary.
She's now sleepy.
Her mind is wandering towards---
You.
Hers forever.
In fantasy.
For my kind sire.
I dream of you
And the deep tonality you echo
The sincerity etched to my bone
So that I will never forget the fact

I dream of you
And the pudgy child that came running
Always in the background, always full of wonder
Laughing at things I will never forget

I dream of you
And the sweet nothings you whisper on the dial
The excitement that takes over when I read your letters
The constant reminder of the words I will never forget

I dream of you
And the verbal abuses we bicker back and forth dripped with regret
A cat and mouse chase waiting to fight for the death until one surrenders
Forfeiting the chase I will never forget

I dream of you
And the insecurity of your constant necessity of reassurance
Temporary amnesia you always had towards my own honesty
Forgetting to tell you the words I will never forget

I dream of you
And the opportunities I will never use to convince you
Never will I be able to touch your skin or kiss your lips
I will never forget the last time you said “I love you”.

— The End —