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sheloveswords Nov 2015
My days and nights are often cursed
with routinely thoughts of you

Coming and leaving as you please.

My heart is in shambles.
tearing up my emotions.
wrecking the place.

I must have misplaced the keys

to the door locked inside my heart,
that you obviously can't see.
sheloveswords Nov 2015
You open my eyes
to see more
than my sense  
would allow
       me.
sheloveswords Sep 2015
He goes against my code of conduct.  
I am a poet, I love words.
but He.
He makes my poetry sings
and never have I performed a tune
I provide the words, The rest he brings
he's a live concert under the moon
the vibrations of his life flow creates the perfect songs to make up to
to break up to
and after the wounds are healed
and the war has ended
he turns my poetry to the most wonderful songs to make love to.
sheloveswords Aug 2015
You are my loose leaf and I scribble on you.
Amber Bowen May 2015
Carving into my desk
As I imagine carving into myself
Engraving my heart and soul
With warning signs
And almost empty threats
That shroud my pleas for help
I promise it's not to keep you out.
It's to keep me in.

— The End —