kirsty - Hello Poetry

the slow hazel skies covering my sight make me dream of stars and light this monochrome and dusty wind blows away all that could have been yet there is still brightness caressing my heart binding the calloused hands of the dark finally i can now dream of what was, is, and could have been

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Jun 17, 2014

Jun 17, 2014 at 4:13 PM UTC

could have been

the slow hazel skies covering my sight make me dream of stars and light this monochrome and dusty wind blows away all that could have been yet there is still brightness caressing my heart binding the calloused hands of the dark finally i can now dream of what was, is, and could have been

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I would want him to whisper to tenderly touch my neck with his hands, with his lips I would want him to hold my hand, my waist, my heart to sway me around I would want him to speak say nothings, say somethings say 'follow me' and I would

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Mar 26, 2014

Mar 26, 2014 at 3:07 AM UTC

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I would want him to whisper to tenderly touch my neck with his hands, with his lips I would want him to hold my hand, my waist, my heart to sway me around I would want him to speak say nothings, say somethings say 'follow me' and I would

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this repetitive this repetitive action this repetitive action at night when staring at the cieling looking for, hoping for thoughts instead it is an emotioneless stare at the walls of your room a tired stare, but not tired enough to close your eyes

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Mar 25, 2014

Mar 25, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC

at night

this repetitive this repetitive action this repetitive action at night when staring at the cieling looking for, hoping for thoughts instead it is an emotioneless stare at the walls of your room a tired stare, but not tired enough to close your eyes

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morning gracefully glides over the lingering night, icy crystals like diamonds effortlessly hovering in the daylit sky, sun's golden warmth joins hands with the twinging frost, and the lingering night gracefully glides over the morning.

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Feb 19, 2014

Feb 19, 2014 at 3:05 PM UTC

gliding

morning gracefully glides over the lingering night, icy crystals like diamonds effortlessly hovering in the daylit sky, sun's golden warmth joins hands with the twinging frost, and the lingering night gracefully glides over the morning.

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