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Mims Nov 2018
In the wake of our love

We were both so broken

And so
Young
"Flipping through a little book of *** tips, remember when the boys were all electric"
x Jul 2018
street lights
                                      you are a street light
                                                       guiding me
                                 through this bleak night
                                        a fluorescent being
                                 in a pubescent evening
                          so dark
                     and the most difficult part
                is it’s hard to see
             which way to go
         and which way to be
     I can’t decipher
   so I follow you
until your light
becomes brighter
the burn in the fire
the spark in the wire
this flame will not tire
so that it can guide me
so that you can hide me
from all of this darkness
from all of this harshness
so you can disguise me
  into some brave girl
    who is not afraid of this cruel world
         devise me
                   a plan
             so i can stand tall
                  so i can forget it all
                       so that I can walk in the night
                      without following street lights
                 so that I can appreciate the bright
                                   when i am in darkness
                                   but for now drench me
                                        in your fluorescence
              while the evening is still pubescent
Kerri Jul 2015
Together, we walk through the red midnight,
soaking our hearts in each other's tears,
releasing our fears into the starlit sky,
wishing them away, one by one, into the dusk.

Together, we ride upon the fluorescent moon,
indulging in each other's madness,
feeding each other the sanity we crave,
and closing the wounds that only love can heal.

Together, we dance in the amber rain,
purifying our souls and washing the pain away,
renewing ourselves and unleashing our hearts from their cocoons.

Together, we glide with the innocence of angels
tasting perpetual serenity.

Together, we hold time in our hands,
and crush it gently until the pieces blow away.

Together...we share tonight.
This is another poem I wrote when I was 17 that is very special to me!

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