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She spends countless of hours teaching herself to forgive, but she cant because she's unable to forget.
Another excerpt.
"Show me your scars and I will show you mine,
and we will kiss them all away."
My heart is tangled in chains
and the more it throbs for you
the tighter it clings
The more you control your feeling the more it gets wilder.
 Jan 2017 Mysidian Bard
Hannah
I dreamt of you
in clouds of blue,
and woke
when the clock
struck two.
I looked to see you
through hues of violet,
standing in the springtime dew.
She was there above you
kissing you softly,
and calming your midnight woos.
She knows your desires,
and pulls at your heart
she is a goddess
to the darkness in you.
I can not compete
for your heart
she does keep
above with the
stars in the sky.
I know how you love her,
her beauty
like no other
I can see it in
your emerald eyes.
 Jan 2017 Mysidian Bard
Charlotte
God is an author
the best
and I thank him
every day
for adding a chapter of your life
to mine
 Jan 2017 Mysidian Bard
Patience
Tired
Lost
Confused
Defeated.
 Jan 2017 Mysidian Bard
Roz
When someone lays their head on your chest, wraps their arms around you, and closes their eyes, you remember everything you learned about vulnerability and intimacy.
You hold them like a child and play with their hair, feel your breathing patterns sync, and discover that you can open up again.
You close your eyes too.
 Jan 2017 Mysidian Bard
Roz
Mutual
 Jan 2017 Mysidian Bard
Roz
Today I looked in your eyes and felt the words at my lips again
They tasted so sweet as I choked them back because the last time I said them all you could say was
"The feeling is mutual"
 Jan 2017 Mysidian Bard
Roz
Dance
 Jan 2017 Mysidian Bard
Roz
I trace the freckles on your skin into maps of places I'm dying to explore
And today I finally understood the feeling of hunger and depth and passion as our bodies searched desperately for intimacy in one another.
But what we found was so much more,
as today I learned the feeling of not flinching at the thought of being touched.
And feeling the way your hands danced across the contour of my body, I finally felt like art.
And the moans that passed my lips is the music that we make
And I never want to stop singing for you.
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