victor-harvelle - Hello Poetry

I'm not like those superficial teens pretending that they're kings and queens I'm the one living on dreams and pretending to be unseen

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May 23, 2017

May 23, 2017 at 9:37 AM UTC

Superficial vs Unseen

I'm not like those superficial teens pretending that they're kings and queens I'm the one living on dreams and pretending to be unseen

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Black eyes and no remorse possessing people making them their host they get cut down when the Winchesters are close

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Dec 29, 2016

Dec 29, 2016 at 11:02 AM UTC

Demons

Black eyes and no remorse possessing people making them their host they get cut down when the Winchesters are close

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She is home, four wheels initials in the back the boys call her home she has always been there the one thing they've always had the eldest rebuilds her, calls her baby the younger falls asleep in her passenger seat the impala is his home she has seen the boys at their best and their worst And she will be there when it's over.

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Dec 29, 2016

Dec 29, 2016 at 12:08 AM UTC

Home

She is home, four wheels initials in the back the boys call her home she has always been there the one thing they've always had the eldest rebuilds her, calls her baby the younger falls asleep in her passenger seat the impala is his home she has seen the boys at their best and their worst And she will be there when it's over.

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Blue eyes burning into ethereal green they stare for minutes, a crisp ocean- pure and strong battling, battling against an uncontrollable forest locked together speaking volumes without making sound beckoning, beckoning for the other to hear unspoken words of love Their eyes telling a story a story their voices wont dare speak too afraid the other might resent it unspoken attraction eyes locked in combat words not coming out but always there. Blue eyes burning into ethereal green they stare for minutes, a crisp ocean- pure and strong battling, battling against an uncontrollable forest locked together speaking volumes without making a sound beckoning, beckoning for the other to hear unspoken words of devotion Both are too afraid to hear the other one fearing loss, the other, rejection fates always entangling they are bound- they share a profound bond stronger then the strongest metal, lit up in a flame of hope Blue eyes burning into ethereal green they stare for minutes, a crisp ocean- pure and strong battling, battling against an uncontrollable forest locked together speaking volumes without making a sound beckoning, beckoning for the other to hear unspoken words of promise

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Dec 28, 2016

Dec 28, 2016 at 11:16 PM UTC

Unspoken

Blue eyes burning into ethereal green they stare for minutes, a crisp ocean- pure and strong battling, battling against an uncontrollable forest locked together speaking volumes without making sound beckoning, beckoning for the other to hear unspoken words of love Their eyes telling a story a story their voices wont dare speak too afraid the other might resent it unspoken attraction eyes locked in combat words not coming out but always there. Blue eyes burning into ethereal green they stare for minutes, a crisp ocean- pure and strong battling, battling against an uncontrollable forest locked together speaking volumes without making a sound beckoning, beckoning for the other to hear unspoken words of devotion Both are too afraid to hear the other one fearing loss, the other, rejection fates always entangling they are bound- they share a profound bond stronger then the strongest metal, lit up in a flame of hope Blue eyes burning into ethereal green they stare for minutes, a crisp ocean- pure and strong battling, battling against an uncontrollable forest locked together speaking volumes without making a sound beckoning, beckoning for the other to hear unspoken words of promise

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So many empty tears drowned out in bottles of beer You kept asking me, "Dear will I ever see the sunrise again?" and I didn't know I told you to try... You said okay. you said okay. You. Said. Okay.

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Dec 27, 2016

Dec 27, 2016 at 6:52 PM UTC

Okay

So many empty tears drowned out in bottles of beer You kept asking me, "Dear will I ever see the sunrise again?" and I didn't know I told you to try... You said okay. you said okay. You. Said. Okay.

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Pools of enchantment, that is what your eyes hold. Inept hands, reach to hold, grasping mine like a life line. All I ask is that, when your pools of green enchantment look into my own seas of blue, you will never hide from me, and beg me please to stay.

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Dec 27, 2016

Dec 27, 2016 at 6:31 PM UTC

Human and Angel Collide

Pools of enchantment, that is what your eyes hold. Inept hands, reach to hold, grasping mine like a life line. All I ask is that, when your pools of green enchantment look into my own seas of blue, you will never hide from me, and beg me please to stay.

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