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A succulent fruit, I desire, yet strange,  never wish to eat,
my love, you've  ever been, breathtakingly bewitching!
How couldn't I wake  up to this truth sooner, I wonder,
being too aware, perhaps that this heart has no replacement.
you flip through me
searching for our love story
only to find blank pages
where you once spilled ink
She's tired..

Like a flower slowly withering as the cold wind goes

She needs the sun again.

She needs moisture.

Or maybe it's time for her petals to fall.

So let it hit the ground

Softly and full of grace

For she may flee

With the beauty of the wind

and be gone

but exist

*forever..
Like a rock in a stream or a tree in a herd of antelope,
I stood.
Their noise surrounding me, beating me, hurting me
But all I could do was stay.
In my own little bubble you've made.
So much effect you have on me;
That I can find myself crying in a room of staring faces who wonder what on earth I could be.
Today I cried in front of a bunch of people. And they probably wondered if I was an alien.
I'd trade in my acoustic guitar
for you any day.

I'd stop writing poetry
if it would make you stay.

Art is a passion, but you're my whole life.
Without you I'm just a blind man gambling with dice.
(c) 2016 - Ryan Kane
Twitter: @RyanWritesStuff
Have a beautiful day :)
frozen body parts give me away
An inference to take in
That I don't want to advance
A touch that ends in stale mate

I have a lock on my book
Makes it harder to read
For others who don't know the password
inside there is delicate and scandalous Information
The book of a wise woman
Who deserves to read this knowledge?

It feels like if we had *** then afterwards
You would be more willing to open your heart
Let vulnerability hang out
Intermittently like a cough or sneeze
An indication that something inside you
Is moving
Life bubbling to the surface
And then I would know there is more to you
Than the next distraction
Alcohol, drugs,
a passing conversation, loud music
Holding me only for a little while
Sums up your intimacy level
By the second time you told me,
"I like you because you're easy to talk to!"
That's when I knew it was time to end this

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