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 Dec 2014 Beth Richter
Steele
Muse
 Dec 2014 Beth Richter
Steele
Whisper fierce and hungry, say you'll forever stay my angry muse.
Bite my lip and and scream my name, make your voice my claim to fame.
He offered you such cruel disdain, so come to me. I'll ease the pain.
Shower me with your abuse. A broken heart's a good excuse.

He caged your beast, now set it loose.
Forget the past, what's left to miss?
Take me with you; Let us fuse; rest his name in your tattoos.
Shower me with your abuse. Say you'll stay my angry muse.
Rebound with me in one night's bliss;
His heart is something you can't have,
but my body's here for you to use.
What are friends for?
 Dec 2014 Beth Richter
Steele
F**k butterflies, my stomach has birds in it.
My body's shaking, my heart is racing, my pulse is high.
You're gorgeous, and I woke up this morning with a zit.
How'd a girl like you settle for a "me" kind of guy?

I'm usually witty, but my words don't work well for this.
It's just that you're so pretty, you make my knees weak!
At the end of the date, my pulse hit five-fifty.
I realize it's lame that I asked for permission before we kissed...
I was just trying to take the time to aim for your lips.
See, the funny part is...

                                       I was afraid I might miss.
Butterflies in your stomach is a good thing, right?
 Dec 2014 Beth Richter
yasmine
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 Dec 2014 Beth Richter
yasmine
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play with my hair
not my heart
 Dec 2014 Beth Richter
Aquinas
Do you remember
What we talked about then?
Lit by the thin moon and under the stars
They praised us like pedestrians praise oncoming cars
And we were inside, solving crimes
When we dug our graves that night

And I miss your touch like tomorrow's sun
Misses the moon and the horizon
It's a shame that it's the truth
A hundred bottles down are you still the sleuth
You were back then? With your tongue made of poison
Not everything lasts like the aftertaste of a bad relationship
 Dec 2014 Beth Richter
Veronica
Your body is beautiful architecture.
A painting on a canvas.
Every curve, so heavenly.
I ache.
You're perfection
 Dec 2014 Beth Richter
Kate Irons
i’ve never heard your voice, yet i can tell you anything.

ki
 Dec 2014 Beth Richter
Kate Irons
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 Dec 2014 Beth Richter
Kate Irons
"
can you still feel my fingers run through your hair when you look at her?

ki
 Dec 2014 Beth Richter
Kate Irons
the air appears thick with each step forward.
her hands are damp with the memories her mind evokes her body of.
the atmosphere becomes dark from the tears flooding her soul.
her eyes grow still with the dreams her core possesses.

“nevertheless; you are bound to regain strength”

oh, her lovely face began to share a beautiful, counterfeit grin with each creature onward,
only permitting individuals to notice her pleased.
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