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Angharad Aug 2017
Stepping through into darkness
Street lights drowned out by solid silhouettes of trees
Distant stars brought closer
In awe of the dramatic beauty of the vast night sky
Feet still
Face upwards
Eyes drinking in the fullness of space
Blue light traces as shooting stars race
Vision made aware of bursts of incredible meteors
Moving through my universe
I would stay and drown for hours in the deep ocean of the stars
Glad to feel so small against something with no edge
Limitless mysterious infinity
The Perseids Meteor shower. Nature's theatre
  Aug 2017 Angharad
Savannah Charlish
This is your last poem my love
You have taken enough of my words and I will now give them to someone else
Eternity will read of you but I no longer love you
I have let you go

So go
Chase your dreams and conquer your demons
Fill your soul with unimaginable joy
We are no longer tied together
I have cut the last string
There is nothing left of us

But if you ever get lost
And look back to the moments in which you loved me
Remember it always as time when you were so tenderly and unconditionally
*Loved
Angharad Aug 2017
I almost wish the life you lived under cover was not revealed. Maybe ignorance was a better choice for me. I miss living in the fantasy that brought fire to this cold heart. Come back to me with your words and lay with me in this delusion.
Angharad Aug 2017
I ache so much right now. Curious longing to unload the weight from your heavy heart. Take my hand. Lead me through the workings of your naked core. Let guilty flowers blossom and grow between the cracks in our reality. I hunger of words missing, lost over timed silence. Cautiously I wish to know the carousel of thoughts that spin in your curious mind. Wanting so much right now to feel the distant beat of your heart. To briefly steal what is not mine.
Angharad Aug 2017
Fleeting moments of firing fantasy. Seducing this sleepy mind. Drawing images of a life lived by someone else. So real sometimes it's almost me in the picture. Why do I torture and tear myself. Encircled by jealousy, crazed by guilt. The flames rise higher and I love the burn. Take the matches. Ignite the fire. It's your turn.
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