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Murakami Jul 2019
Beside me, your glare blends into my mind,
Your sincere, enchanting, deep eyes
"I need to find myself"
Our lips meet, and the space between us is filled by darkness
We kiss with passion, and I dont want to let go

The space between us multiplied by the second
And emptiness sets in
The door is closed smoothly, but surely
Bleeding golden light across my skin
Your touch is replaced by temporary void

And again, time cuts too soon
I look back once,
I look back twice
And you look down,
As the sun set behind you
The gold blended with the sand, bright flares illuminating our eyes
All black, you stood away from the scenery

The simplicity of one moment,
And the warmth pulling me back, your softness asking me to stay.
but I turned away
"We'll meet on the other side"
Murakami Jul 2019
From my heart, my throat holding uncontrollable feelings
The blurry line between love or not
For the first time, this empty feeling consumed me

An overload of darkness floods my eyes
Guilt and regret for having hope,
I wished I could erase any confession

My chest aches, crushed hope despairs me and I want to run

Run from you

I wished you'd just be mean from start.
The love lost getting to you
Was worth it until this moment

Now, how dare you say I'll be over it soon enough

Soon enough, I'd learn to love myself
Just to have you come back
If I won't love myself,

Promise me
You'll be "too nice" forever.
Murakami Jul 2019
Moon as full as my wishes
While my heart overflowed with warmth
Romance shifted into desires of passion

I've told you
You're the moon, out of reach
And grew so close

All I'd see is red, intoxicating
Looking away from the balcony
The wind seemed to blow away all doubt
The emptiness of all below me
Caught my old dreams

For once, the stars were pale
This day, the moon turned scarlet red

And the summer breeze wrapped around us
Murakami Mar 2019
under skyscrapers and night lights,
the city spreading above me
I'd rely on the sky to enlighten me,
let the colors shine through the rifts

Hiding under the moonlight,
for you could not hide
such transcendent allure,
and I joined you.

Anyone could see it,
trace the source of my eyes' glimmer.
While only I could feel,
and when I did,
such indescribable sensations, of melancholy, glory and bliss

We found each other, at last,
but little did I know
I would find you again
and again

and again.
But when we did, I couldn't let go.
Murakami Feb 2019
The ephemeral memory of your fragrance
fills my mind with such an amorous longing,
Alluring my senses, anticipated bliss.
More intoxicating than wild lavender,
it invades my conscience.

The purest hint brings you close once more,
as if I nested my head against your chest,
listening to your steady heartbeat,
I am again embraced by your arms,
as I am lusciously reminded
of the evenings of passion

When we were a whole world ourselves.
Murakami Jan 2019
Traffic lights spread across the Opal sky
He held my face
His gentle, warm palms, magnetic on my skin
Fervorous glow embraced my chest
Beat to beat, my heart bled into the fog.

Leaning his forehead against mine,
I felt my thoughts blending with his skin.
A synthesis of feelings, an ocean of colours.
his lips find mine and heat ripples across my face
Cloudy breaths caressed my skin
This time, the sky didn't blend with tears.
This night, the lights were dry.
Who knew behind the subway staircase could be so romantic?
Murakami Jan 2019
With my windows tenderly open,
the moonlight, a pale marble phantom I admire
The dark light rests beside me,
unveiling a vivid urban gleam

A jet black silhouette transpires
He whispers in the dark
Porcelain lies, radiant yet feeble.
His words achingly deceive
the lights that disdain me;
belittling my affectionate delusion

Pitch dark silence, I weep as I grieve
My tears filling in everlasting secrecy of
this tragical devotion blurring out the stars

You speak with a passionless passion
Yet my world doesn't fall apart-
It makes the whole universe perish.

That night, the stars seemed to blemish.
"My first rejection"
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