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 Feb 2016 Esther
Guy Furniture
Everywhere I go,
I can't help but see you.
And everything I know,
Reminds me that I'll always love you.
 Feb 2016 Esther
Sydney Carter
And in the moments before she sleeps,
when thoughts begin to feel like dreams,
she often wonders to you.

She's a painter with her words,
but a clown with conversation,
so she stumbles through to give and take,
lost in ill translation.
So what she meant to say,
when she asked you every stupid question,
was she wished you longed to hold her close
with zero hesitation, and...

no ****** connotation.
Just the comfort of your touch.
 Feb 2016 Esther
Mikoarenas
I like you but I can never see us together
When you're around It makes it hard to speak
Not because I'm nervous but because I'm confused

You say things thats speed up my heart
Then add something that stops it
These bumps in the road are uneeded so why add them?
 Feb 2016 Esther
Aira
Illusion
 Feb 2016 Esther
Aira
You tried to fake a smile
Just so I won't see
The sadness in your eyes
The tears that flow continuously

You tried to look so firm
Though I know you're shattered inside
So I asked you why
The feeling of sadness so strong

You told me you aren't loved
For you're not as good as them
But darling don't be ashamed
For you are worthier than them

Beauty is just an illusion
Yes, you heard me right
Coz what matters most is
The thing to be found inside your heart
 Feb 2016 Esther
Pink Hat
Illusion
 Feb 2016 Esther
Pink Hat
Was it an illusion?
Words that trigger an attraction
A reply that lays a connection

Was it an illusion?
A look that exposes a sensation
A whisper that defines an emotion

Was it an illusion?
A touch that pushes a button
A kiss that captures a moment

Is it an illusion?
To transform words into reality
To turn moments into eternity

It is an illusion
When words are lost in silence
When affection is met with fear
When All is subsumed in memories

Whilst memories may fade
The illusion remains
We hope for those moments again

Poets love the illusion
Though  Cynics judge us weak
We shall silence their mocking speak

Thank goodness for poets
Dedicated to my curly haired beauty

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