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 Apr 2020 Erian Rose
Grey
Her hand pulls me toward her,
To the light brightening the darkness
Hidden beneath my eyes.

Under the soft glow of a full moon
We run across yellow fields
Of waving grass
And forgotten memories.

We lay on our backs
Gazing at the worlds above us
Craving their darkness
Almost as much
As each other’s light.
 Apr 2020 Erian Rose
Grey
Only Human
 Apr 2020 Erian Rose
Grey
He's not
kind,
caring,
selfless,
warm.

She's not
talented,
helpful,
transformative,
unique.

They're not
wanted,
needed,
loved,
known.

They're human.
And we're exactly the same.
I love you so much
in my heart of hearts
Know that.

One of my greatest fears is losing you
and sometimes I feel the time has come
      too much distance
      too many differences
that you're ready to leave

Not many things make me
     as sad as that does
Very few things bring me tears
     like that does

If I could make you feel
the physical sensation of
I love you -  I would.
It's visceral

I feel my heart warm up
knot in my chest
and in my throat
butterflies in my stomach
and tingles on my skin
Only just begin to explain it

I love you
with every fiber of being
Please
don't give up on me
 Apr 2020 Erian Rose
Viola
Thinking
 Apr 2020 Erian Rose
Viola
I do not have all of the answers
To life’s mysteries
Profound or minuscule
They are mine to ponder
I allow my mine to wonder
However it may not define
More will be revealed in time
 Apr 2020 Erian Rose
Mari
I'm a concoction of emotions
digging my own grave

I back away from desired eyes
to avoid the shame and hurt
when my core's been exposed

Will this cycle of
remaining a prisoner 
of my own heart
ever come to an end

Perhaps I wasn't 
meant to be loved at all
but beautifully resilient 
on my own
 Apr 2020 Erian Rose
Sreeyaa
spark
 Apr 2020 Erian Rose
Sreeyaa
It's been a long time,
since I stepped out of the dark,
I think it's a crime,
where's my spark?
 Apr 2020 Erian Rose
Noah Ducane
The night smells sweet,
The music plays far off,
The trees hardly swaying.
You walk with sad steps,
Soft stars glitter in the breeze,
The Chinese lanterns hang in the sky.

You are crying but no tears come,
Your lips don’t make a sound.
Your head is like a pitcher emptied of water -
In the distance on a pretty bench, a pretty couple kiss,
It is Summer again.
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