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Olivia Ventura May 2018
I remember when I was a kid
When you counted and I hid
And you found me curled up, hiding
Behind the dark, I was confiding

Don’t leave me here
Paralyzed with fear
Find me again
Just count to 10
Olivia Ventura Apr 2018
A walking corpse with a beating heart
Sends you her love with her smile
Though her beady eyes set her apart
She’ll still be around for a while

Go on as if she was not in the room
It’s difficult to look in her direction
Her expression blends into all the gloom
And her face holds a sickly complexion

But she’s doing the best that she can
And that’s all that should matter to us
She may not be toned she may not be tan
But we’ll help by not making a fuss

She tries her best to dance and sing
She attempts to make us all laugh
She doesn’t know what tomorrow brings
So she never lives life to only a half
Olivia Ventura Apr 2018
There’s a place where ivy grows too thick
Spilling over wooden walls of white lattice
It stands on a platform of grey brick
Where fireflies wallow in a luminous status

In the night, the lights give off a hazy glow
It traps the sounds of laughter and lust
Where daytime fades and shadows grow
Where a lovely sigh becomes a windy gust

In the morning the leaves whisper secrets
And the flowers listen in with open ears
And the dirt stays moist and weedless
So the vines creep up from cloud’s tears

That beautiful hideaway we used to share
I’ll always remember what we had there
Now summer arrives and you hardly care
And you’ll never love me, you’ll never dare

But at least I still have my gazebo
It’s roomier without you
Olivia Ventura Apr 2018
I see us walking together
hands intertwined
I hear us laughing together
Smiles aligned
I feel us crying together
Scars that remind
I know we’re both scared
Of us together
Just a sweet nothing
Olivia Ventura Apr 2018
Sun wakes me up with a warm smile
Bird welcomes the day with a hymn
You haven’t danced in my mind in a while
Suddenly the chance of rain feels slim
Olivia Ventura Apr 2018
To send you love is to hope that the praying and the thinking and the fantasizing and the scheming and the wishing upon wish will finally end with a gesture from you.

To send you off is to say goodbye to the kisses and whispers and glances and laughter and crooked smiles that somehow seem to hurt worse than they heal.

To send for help is to cry out after all of the fake smiles and the pretend listening and the day to day charade and the useless chit chat that covers up all the emotions that are too intense to talk about over brunch.

To send assistance is to pick you up and carry you through the fighting and punching and sobbing and confusion even though I have no idea where I’m going either.

To send a signal is to let someone else know there’s another lonely person out there.
Olivia Ventura Mar 2018
The other day was a lonely sigh
My tongue, caught, between your teeth
lips were chapped and mouths were dry
The first time that I was underneath

Of course it all meant nothing
It was not something that mattered
Never mind that I can’t help blushing
When you asked me I was only flattered

But days weeks and months more
My body yearns for your hands to explore
Just a look, we both know what’s in store
On the couch, on the bed, on the floor

Your touch is an addictive ******
Whisper again how my skin is like butter
Your sigh is passionately delicate
The lovely truth I keep below a mutter

But we are friends and will remain
Though we occasionally miss each other
I will always wait with such disdain
But commitment is not recovered
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