longleglie - Hello Poetry

I know I've never looked like a sinner, I've always been the angel of your nightmare but,baby,let me be the director and the star in your wet dreams. I'm the Beatrix that held your hand through your hell, though it hurt like hell, I'm waiting for you to reach for Paradise. I'm the spark in your imagination, the touch of red in the middle of your blue, killer and victim of an endless platonic desire that has never felt so real.

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Sep 16, 2017

Sep 16, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC

Platonic desire

I know I've never looked like a sinner, I've always been the angel of your nightmare but,baby,let me be the director and the star in your wet dreams. I'm the Beatrix that held your hand through your hell, though it hurt like hell, I'm waiting for you to reach for Paradise. I'm the spark in your imagination, the touch of red in the middle of your blue, killer and victim of an endless platonic desire that has never felt so real.

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I will touch you, when the hands of time will be echoing a melody of despair, I will touch you, like the morning breeze that gently sits on the pine watching over my window, I will touch you, rest will have your shadow, my embrace to be the sole owner of your warmth. I will touch you , slowly, in the dark of existence I've been drowning in blindfolded. I will touch you, like waves do with shores, overwhelmed by oblivious silence of you and I, two worlds apart, growing apart, lost and unfound, eternally untouched.

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Mar 2, 2017

Mar 2, 2017 at 12:04 PM UTC

I will touch you

I will touch you, when the hands of time will be echoing a melody of despair, I will touch you, like the morning breeze that gently sits on the pine watching over my window, I will touch you, rest will have your shadow, my embrace to be the sole owner of your warmth. I will touch you , slowly, in the dark of existence I've been drowning in blindfolded. I will touch you, like waves do with shores, overwhelmed by oblivious silence of you and I, two worlds apart, growing apart, lost and unfound, eternally untouched.

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My soul is the canvas you had been painting all your dreams on but couldn't wait for them to dry. Colors consuming me while you're getting black and white.

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Feb 17, 2017

Feb 17, 2017 at 1:53 PM UTC

Colors

My soul is the canvas you had been painting all your dreams on but couldn't wait for them to dry. Colors consuming me while you're getting black and white.

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And you would you jump on a plane for me that would be able to steal a star from the sky for you? I'd steal it so that you could come after it to realize I'm both destiny and destination

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Feb 17, 2017

Feb 17, 2017 at 1:49 PM UTC

Destiny and destination

And you would you jump on a plane for me that would be able to steal a star from the sky for you? I'd steal it so that you could come after it to realize I'm both destiny and destination

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Oh stranger, this pain and love, this pain of love, everything's been getting unendurable. The charge of my soul gets heavier through the passing of time, our clocks stand still, though we share the same time frame. Blindfolded confined in a labyrinth, any given time I found myself drawn towards your lonesome and gloomy shadow, drifting to be yielded to you.

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Feb 17, 2017

Feb 17, 2017 at 1:47 PM UTC

To a stranger

Oh stranger, this pain and love, this pain of love, everything's been getting unendurable. The charge of my soul gets heavier through the passing of time, our clocks stand still, though we share the same time frame. Blindfolded confined in a labyrinth, any given time I found myself drawn towards your lonesome and gloomy shadow, drifting to be yielded to you.

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"How do you call it when you quit believing in the only thing you used to believe in? Losing my religion. Since I stopped believing in you, I've got an atheist heart beating in my chest."

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Feb 17, 2017

Feb 17, 2017 at 1:37 PM UTC

Atheist heart

"How do you call it when you quit believing in the only thing you used to believe in? Losing my religion. Since I stopped believing in you, I've got an atheist heart beating in my chest."

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Amongst all of the satellites in the sky above me, my beloved, you are by far the Sun, and,certainly I'm the Moon, constantly longing for you, running after you, thoroughly each night by night aware that you'll be doing the same, aware we won't actually ever meet.

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Feb 17, 2017

Feb 17, 2017 at 1:29 PM UTC

Do satellites ever meet?

Amongst all of the satellites in the sky above me, my beloved, you are by far the Sun, and,certainly I'm the Moon, constantly longing for you, running after you, thoroughly each night by night aware that you'll be doing the same, aware we won't actually ever meet.

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