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Samual Hidden Dec 2020
Smoking alone on a corner,
wishing you were here,
asking for a smoke,
begging to be there
in that land far away
as we wait for the lane
to stop, so we walk.

Yet here I stand alone,
cigarette in hand,
Slowly going mad
how i wish you there,
asking me for a smoke,
so that i may tease you,
and make hearty jokes.

I wish you were there,
My angel my fae
I long for the day
where we go together,
waiting for the streetlights
roaming the city as if it were ours
not caring as we venture forth
My fae, my pixi, my darling dearest.
Soon, As soon as the moon rises and sets,
We shall take this town over,
we shall reign as queen and king,
we shall reign as monarchs,
ruling in secret, as not let the world
taint our love.
i didnt lie.
Samual Hidden Dec 2020
you speak of freedom as if its free
not knowing that there's a fee.
A fee of heart, a fee of soul,
A piece of nothing, that is ultimately everything
you speak of freedom,
but your not free.
you beg and plead and hope to understand
but its always just out of grasp
slipping through your fingers like sand
awakened by the harsh rasp at your door
telling you its time to go to war.
Freedoms not free.
not to you. not to me.
Samual Hidden Dec 2020
Love makes us liars, but not in the traditional sense
Love makes us liars, but not how you think
The smell of eggs fills the air, she made you breakfast.
You don't like eggs that much, but you swallow with a smile
You comment they are delicious.
All the while the thought of the lie is making you tense,
Only for you to lose your sense,
as you wake up the next day,
with eggs on your plate.
Eggs man.
Samual Hidden Dec 2020
Running away.
A dream that all kids have, as they fight off imaginary pirates.
A dream we harbor as the harsh realities of life slowly creep up on us.
A dream that compromises.
"We shall run away next year when we get some money"
"We shall make a visit first to see if we really like it"
Slowly but surely the dream fades away.
To some cartoon version you see once a year.
Im going to run away one day. One day to a land far away.
Samual Hidden Dec 2020
The days after school,
like heaven slipping through your fingers,
no longer in our youth,
forever trapped in our age.
longing for the days,
after school
Samual Hidden Dec 2020
A shared cigarette
like a pirouette
spinning through my mind
a kiss, a touching of hands,
Rosy cheeks and a quick
stammering of words.
Brought with spark
and gone too soon
Like a shared cigarette
Seeking for moments between,
to maybe glean
another shared cigarette
Samual Hidden Dec 2020
On the darkest of days
You my fae
Guide my way
Like a light
From a torch
You my dear
Scorch the world
With your beauty
Like cleansing fire
cleansing me with desire
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