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megan-booysen
Look at you Looking at me too Look at you Love, Beautiful and true Look at you with love Radiant and pure Look at you in love Begging for the cure Look at you broken Look at you bent The key to love is not in breaking, But in how we look again.
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Dec 29, 2021
Dec 29, 2021 at 4:43 AM UTC
Look at you
I used to think I was a sunset lover, Constantly chasing a beautiful end That my heart couldn’t trust another And I’d always have to pretend I used to think that love was like fire And I, a moth bound to it’s flame But true love goes beyond burning desire Settling into embers that refuse to wane I no longer dread for dusk to fall Or yearn for the sun to stay I search for solace in the darkness Until the stars come out to play By now I’d usually be sleeping, Dreaming of another day Instead the moon finds me weeping And asks if all is okay I tell her of the spark in your eyes How your touch would make me melt How I believed I’d found my twin flame And how intensely alive I once felt But you can’t fight fire with fire And I know this because I’ve tried It’s not worth the bridges burnt Or all the scars we try to hide She listens quietly, glowing with empathy And for a moment I think it might rain But then she whispers to me softly; Tomorrow you will begin again.
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Dec 26, 2021
Dec 26, 2021 at 12:09 AM UTC
Opacarophile
Moonlit eyes reflected on still, icy water They draw me in Into those deep blue depths I wander, I dissolve into fragments of our memories as I wade through your visions, I see myself from the back line of your heart and with salty tears, I distort the perfect mirror of your eyes Questions ripple out from the source: How do you see such beauty in something so cruel Why do you stay there in that storm that bites and claws at your soul Don't you know why storms are named after people My love does not know release My love is desperate, unapologetic, it will clutch you back every time you reach for the shore But you are stronger than the tides Gravitational pull has no power over your will So what force is this that binds you to the idea of this endless body of water Have the sirens whispered sweet lies of true love and other treasures buried deep in these dark waters Or is the idea of drowning seeming sweeter than regret Either way, be sure that I will destroy you in the most beautiful way and the shipwreck I cause will mark every place with our memories You will taste me forever like salty blood in your mouth And your bright eyes will haunt me until the day I run dry
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Jan 4, 2016
Jan 4, 2016 at 10:38 AM UTC
Sinking