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Caosín Jul 2023
Cos when I bite my nails with no light to see,
I wake up in the morning to them screaming at me,
Broken, torn, and fraying at the seams.
And I think
****, why do I do this to me?
Caosín Mar 2023
I write the same poem, over and over again.
She once said:

It's another song about water and big feelings.

:and I said:

So sing it.
Sing to me
Caosín Mar 2023
The things I could do
If only I could just
Get up
And
Dance.
Caosín Mar 2023
I JUST HAVE TO SING
OH I JUST HAVE TO GET IT OUT-
LET BREAK MY BONES, BURN THE TEETH OUT OF MY MOUTH
AND I JUST HAVE TO   D A N  C   E
CARRIED AWAY ON THE BREEZE
promise me...
That you won't take me from the places I roam-
THAT YOU WON'T TAKE ME
FROM MY. OWN. HOME.
Watch my flowers that in my garden grow..
Watch my flowers for me, mate
Caosín Jan 2023
My sick little love
My close-hidden dove
My one, my only, my man.
Call to me
Talk to me
Promise me that you can.
I am yours till death
Yours till the end
Your till the end of time, my love
Kismet will know.
Did he say Kismet or Kiss me? I suppose we'll never know.
Caosín Jan 2023
Oh, how to write of the beauty of you? It could be found in all manner of things, all types of weather.
How to find a synonym that means gorgeous beyond belief, radiant of the soul, quietly stunning?
You twist your fingers through the air like you're dipping them in water, and a butterfly comes to rest on them.
You are beautiful.
You are beautiful.
Caosín Jan 2023
To be them; To see them- that is what this is. My aching bones beg for mercy but I will give them none UNTIL I AM THERE IN MY HEAD ON MY SKIN IN MY BODY they cry out for forgiveness. I will give them none. Why grant life to a dead thing?
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