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 Mar 2016 Emily Norton
brxken
Torn
 Mar 2016 Emily Norton
brxken
You are
the only thing
I am
most grateful for...

Even though
your existence
sometimes
could tear
my paper heart.

n.e
 Mar 2016 Emily Norton
AM
Truth is, if one day
years from now
in a crowd full of stars
somewhere in the city unknown
we ever bumped into each other again
in that one sweet day
I can bet that a smile will greet us both
cause the history once we share
was abso-******-lutely one great affair
The way he mouths her name
His precise tone and articulation
sends her crazed and off the edge
a bliss with no resuscitation
Exploring every inch with callused touch and hesitation
Whispered moans in exclamations
His kiss. His body. Her adoration
They build their high in accumulation
Released in sync, their exhilaration
Silent physical communication
Coming down with slow deceleration
They meet eyes and mouths in gratification
to slowly fall in reveries
from their affair and liberation
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 Mar 2016 Emily Norton
Britt C
We had that beach affair
That long night in summer air.
Your shoulders my heads resting place, your lips -my great escape.
But we both knew it wouldn't last

So heres to our past. That midnight summer love we can't grasp.
I love you...

~ I really do ~

And I love being

~ with you ~

yet when we part

my heart breaks

~ knowing ~

you still sleep

with your spouse.
The obvious answer is sometimes the hardest thing to do...
For nothing says love, like the wilted rose.
Whose story not told without its prose.
The finger that holds the wedding ring.
If given in vain surely turns green.
Honestly it breaks my heart.
To watch her vows fall apart.
Does a healthy marriage truly exist?  
Over the course of change can love persist?  
A slanted affair just makes her look cheap.
As she holds on merely for the money to keep.
But all is fair in love and war.
Till the former's destroyed..
and there is no more.
A pile of SECRETS and LIES and you call it love.
Your life is passing you by.
You're frozen in time.
You're holding your breath.
You're a statue waiting for something that's NEVER going to happen.
Yet you call it love.
It's NOT love.
A little script from "Scandal".
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