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 Mar 2016 Sierra Brown
Mike Essig
Kiss me until
all the metaphors
vanish and poetry
becomes reality.

  ~mce
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 Mar 2016 Sierra Brown
Emilie
/I remember the old times when time was a gift,
/when the words "I love you" was not an over used term that had a sensual feeling,
/I remember when children would enjoy the sunny sunday afternoon outside riding their bikes around the neighborhood,
/I remember when the communication between humans was authentic and genuine but now chattering amongst others is barely existent,
/I remember when little kids would lay on the green grass watching the cotton ball shape shifting clouds,
/I remember when the population was not infatuated with the word "death",
/I remember a time when this world was not crowded on the streets by excessive beings,
/I remember a point in life when glaciers' were not melting off the planet Earth and animals of the Arctic did not question what was happening to them,
/I remember everything that has brought me happiness in this lifetime and I will remember my lifetime...
~E.J.W~
Your hands are just the right texture,
The softness bids all my fears to subside.

Your lips are just too perfect,
A different taste according to your lipstick,
But still the same sensation that makes my eyes slowly close shut.

Your eyes give away your feelings,
And your, "I want you" eyes are simply the best.

Your hugs are magical,
They make my insides feel soft and mushy,
They make me feel warm and loved.

Baby,
You're absolutely perfect for me -
Why don't you want to see that?
Why'd you rather be insecure even though I remind you everyday that you're the pretty one in our relationship?
-just being honest
Sometimes, you meet people and you clearly remember how you met them, and it would be such a fine story you could tell anyone.

Yet sometimes you meet people, and you fall for them, and you can't even remember if it happened on a sunny or in a rainy day, or in a place or in a moment.  

All you know is you love them,
Without how and when,
or how long since then.

Beautifully, you just do.
It's about the girl once again.
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