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 Apr 2018 Connor
Nimbus
I can no longer hide
My soul ignited

once disparaged
I long to share it

The chills in my spine put into words

Lips on skin
Eyes filled with sin

What is this sensation

I drip colors you cannot see

Heightening my passion
Enhancing my touch

Raw emotion channeled as such

My desire aches
The color of flush
My cage breaks
Expressions of lust

I do not fear it
I can hear you blush

My favorite sound

Our souls combust
My restless soul longs for something fulfilling
 Apr 2018 Connor
Marty
Upon the floor your feet,
Shuffle and shuffle to the beat.
Rosey smiles upon your face.
The happiest heart in the place.

Will you think of me when you dance?
I'm sure there's not a heavens chance.
I lie motionless all alone in my bed.
As visions of you put another gun to my head.

Never did I think you would leave me.
There wasn't a chance that you would be,
The horrible **** that you became.
You made our love seem so lame.

Cry not for my broken heart
For you have made me a part.
Of the dance I dance tonight
Oh but so soft as we take flight.

A fine line we dance in the dark
Careful not on a journey to embarque.
Deeper and deeper to keep the screams quite
Into the pillow we bury out of site.

Wrapping the wounds tighter than tight.
As the gentle flow, tries to win the fight.
Tonight was a little to deep
As through the cloth it seeps

Maybe
Tonight is the night
Aside the cloth I should throw
And not be afraid to go

Will you think of me when you dance?
It is of you my eyes shall be
As past this life I prance
And my God I see.
Forever isn't long enough for a heart that truly loves
 Apr 2018 Connor
frankie
match made in heaven
written by the stars
two kids, searching for something that their parents wouldn’t want
she’s afraid to fall
he’s afraid to stay
they’re both afraid but neither dare say
hands running wild
lust surging through every vein
she wants this to be it
he’s afraid to commit
with every waking moment
she’s up thinking of him
with every waking moment
he’s running away from the reality of what this is
her lust, is slowly turning to love
his lust is increasing
she runs for the hills, sobs matching with her pace
with every waking moment
she’s distancing from him, too afraid to admit to love and too stubborn to give into him
with every waking moment
he’s becoming more glossy eyed with the curse of lust
lost in a lie that this is just a causal fling and he’s not in a real relationship
a match made in heaven
written by the stars
two dumb kids
breaking their own hearts
I could never pen the words without the inspiration.

You have always been the  silent partner behind the madness and I know many will read this wrong.

Sweetheart I am a world of trouble and a sea of regret .

But your presence amongst the insanity has remained my light no matter how lost I was you remained.

And no words will ever repay the debt I certainly owe.

The voice that laughed on the other end of a conversation when I found only darkness instead .

I owe you everything as now I find my place .

I know words are my path and you knew them first .

We are all lost in some way but no words can do justice to the
person that I know beyond this page .

Sweetheart I seldom let anyone in but we know the truths beyond the storms in this life .

This debt I can never repay but these words I can certainly write.

This is what I leave to you.

The soul is my work and this yet another goodnight.

No flowers to wither and no fruit to spoil.

Trace it's more than words but all I can give for now .

Hold this true from a joker and a best friend that lingers in conversation that which can so easily be cast upon this page.

A wink and a thought shared on yet another long distance call.

No words will ever describe what you mean to me .

I guess I will say nothing and just let the credits roll .


We know are truths and that's good enough for now.


Sincerely


John
I may be good at short stories and getting poetry published as of late but to whom this is dedicated deserves far better .

But hell consider the ***** Thats writing it .

Cheers

Gonz.
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