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The moonlight is shining so bright and
Two heart's beating together all night
And with every kiss a spark ignites
True love is a beautiful feeling in life and
Brightening shadows softening nights

Hands held so tight all through the night
In your warm embrace I've found my home
And I'm deeply in love with you and
A love so deep a tender grace and
My heart's content shall never cease.
True Love
 Feb 8 Francesca
Rick
all that pain
and belittlement
you served me
day and night
when no one
was looking
made the little
man within you
feel much, much,
much bigger
but now you
stand before me
weeping
with no teeth
and the big man
within me
has forgiven you.
They all say
We fall in
In and out
Of love.
We're young
Should want to
(Need to)
Live life.
Love doesn't
Last
But,
It does
Even if
It's forbidden
As mine.
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Add adverbs to happy adjectives
Make days dance with similes of sun beams
And turn nights into metaphors of heaven
Words become songs
That beat to the rhythm of the heart
Muse and art merge
To become one -
And life becomes a verse
 Feb 8 Francesca
fizbett
The scariest nightmares-
The ones that sink their teeth deepest
Are the ones rooted 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 in reality;
I dreamt last night.
Of my mother.
Of the crack in her voice.
Of her trying
𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨-
to wake up her father.
True love a story
To be told and our
Heartbeats echoing
Through time and
True love's a haven
Built on trust and grace
True love is a Sanctuary
That time cannot erase.
True Love ❤️ 😍 💖 ❣️
Things of Yesterday
are gone like
Whispers in the Wind,
carrying them away,
To never see the Light of Day,
To be Blinded by the Dark of Night,
To never see the Sun Shine Bright,
The Whispers of Yesterday,
Have fluttered away, and gone astray,
The voices that were heard,
The speaking of soft words,
You barely hear them,
Just under a breath,
Upon a Whimper,
is where they rest.
Whispers of Yesterday,
Are all now gone,
Now, Turning soft whipsers
into a sad Love Song!!!


B.R.
Date: 06/14/2023
 Dec 2024 Francesca
jules
I caught myself in the mirror -
not really me,
just someone wearing my face.
they moved like a bad actor,
lines all wrong,
hands heavy,
feet borrowed.

I lit a cigarette,
watched the smoke curl
into the kind of shapes
I wish I could slip into.

— The End —