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her cheeks, normally the color of moonlit marble,
burned.
all the rest of her had flushed, lending what little color she had
to that blush.

her eyes, deep and speckled sapphire,
drowned.
those lashes, longer than hell, dipped with the burden of those
tears she cried.

her hair, darker than ink in a starless night,
hung.
glossy raven tresses framed that sweet face, gently brushing
her teary chin.

She inquired my reason; asked me: "Why?"
I said, "You're Beautiful when you cry.”
 May 2018 Elizabethanne
Sara
Recoiling in a lover's arms,
I stare out through steamy glass
and find my peace among the stars.
Cold, but still I melt his heart.

I hear music through the walls,
never once said I'd break your fall.
I'm sorry. Though, I'd never ask
that you should hit the ground so hard.

Nor that you should fall at all.
Control yourself- you know the rules.
You don't know me; I don't know you.
Please act your age, don't act the fool.

And still with hopeless puppy eyes
they laugh to me with loving smiles.
This is a game and I'm your prize-
stop thinking I'll be yours in white.

I'm not here to connect with you,
I'm only here to get with you.
Please, this is not a union.
I'm using you; please, use me too.

Away with knocking on my heart.
I'll lick your fingers clean to start
then nibble on your ear for main.
Friend, love and lust are not the same.

Though we are both but hearts alone,
it's not your heart that makes me moan.
Reciting rules to men full grown:
if you should fall, you'll fall alone.
Sorry if this offends anyone

//y e s cool love is great but sometimes no love is also great??

Let it be
 May 2018 Elizabethanne
Carly
i still smell you on my clothes
i think maybe tonight
meant something to you
like it meant to me
but i know
you're miles away
talking to her
thinking about her
instead of me
and i feel like i'm falling for you
as you're falling for her
 May 2018 Elizabethanne
julianna
I don't trust people
Who do things
For my benefit
When it really
Benefits them.
I'm Like A Horse That Carried It's Master To War, Not To Fight But To Die. I'm A Bird Who's Cast Away From His Herd Just Because I Couldn't Fly.

I'm The Spirit Of The Night That Broke All It's Promises And Swallowed The Weak, I'm The Trace Of Darkness That Refused To Speak.

I'm A Sad Poem Emerging From A Broken Heart, And At The End Of The Day Managed To Be A Work Of Art.

I'm A Warrior Horse That Carried Its Master To War, Not To Fight Nor Procure But To Bite The Dust Like He Must.
dear moon,
does he think about me as much as i think about him?
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