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PixieWee May 2017
Have you ever experienced the touch of death ?
I have..
Ive felt her thieving hands run through my hair.
Ive felt her abandoned palms hold my skin.
Had her frostbite fingers trace the paths  of a thousand winters across my face.
I watched as she stole everything from me.
Helplessly watching as it all disappeared.
I hid my tears amongst the April showers
Watering the flowers for the funeral in May.
The numbness of her artic touch has made my life eternally blue.
But we continue to smile because that's what life expects us to do.

~p.w
13/05/17

In memory of my Father 28/04/16
PixieWee Apr 2017
Clothes on the floor, Her hands on my skin

She intwined her fingers with the knots in my back

As the deep heat seeped into my skin

There was a sudden burn comforted by soft lips

The more I felt her lips the more it burnt

Her kisses burnt when our lips were one

But I continued to kiss her because I knew I wasn't done.

~p.w
11/04/17
PixieWee Apr 2017
Heavy waters mixed with dark blue skies
I can't help thinking about her ocean eyes
Deeper than the Atlantic stretching far beyond ones soul
Stare into her eyes and she'll take you for a stroll
The spots of green breathed life so I took her by the hands
She showed me all the waters now I'd show her all the lands.

~p.w
-12/04/17
PixieWee Apr 2017
The heat between us radiated like a boiling kettle

Skin touching skin like water in the cup

Our bodies stirred together and her eyes sparkled like white sugar

The milky moon poured it's light across her skin as the night brewed away

Her lips tasted of a strong fresh coffee

The kiss was hot but I wanted more.

~p.w
- 11/04/17
PixieWee Apr 2017
I want to feel loved but I don't want a snake..
I want to give my love and not have to break..
Why do I feel all the women I know are fake..
Why..
Because love itself is like an ocean and I'm drowning in a dried up lake.

~p.w
13/11/16
PixieWee Apr 2017
Shakespeare once said
"My mistresses eyes are nothing like the sun"
But oh how her eyes are now the sun itself and when i cross pathes with them my eyes are set a blaze.
 When she gazes apon me I feel the rays of her past hatred leisurely creep across my spine and seep into my skin towards my already separated heart.

~p.w
-16/10/16 (04/04/17 edited)

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