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Kerrigan Reyes Apr 2014
Her
You brush your cheek against mine
and for a second, or an hour, or a lifetime
we just stood still like a picture
and in I was lured
like a tiger to the meal
my doom was sealed
with a cherry flavored lipstick
that made me giddy yet feel sick
because you would never be my love
with blonde hair soft as a dove
and blue-hazel eyes like the ocean's melody
that sing me to sleep every night in my dreams
You lure me in with a smile, a wink
until at the bottom of the ocean I finally quit sink-
ing to the bottom of my despair
this concoction of feelings playing with my hair
pulling and ripping out the brown strands
with their tiny, venomous hands
that cut my throat with their daggers
just like she did with her
lovely blue-hazel eyes
with a smile, a wink
I creak by knowing shed never be mine.
Kerrigan Reyes Apr 2014
What is love?
Is Love a feeling...
or behavior?
Do you swim until you know
or go into space until you find
the small little bead of hope
that is within each of us
inside our tiny little minds.
What is love?
Is love a behavior...
or a feeling?
Do you search each human's soul
until you find the right kind of concoction
that fills your deep hole within your chest?
Or do you read for hours on end
hoping that maybe if you wish hard enough
your prince will whisk you away
into the night?
What is Love?
Love is when you put others before
but is that truly the definition?
Is Love letting go of someone
whenever they pass away...
into the unknown of blackness
after they shut their beautiful exquisite eyes?
What is Love?
A feeling, a behavior, or is it real?

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