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Enthralled in rapture, he removes the hair out of my sight, holds my face in his palms, tells me to look at him right
"In the eyes," and he says "I love you so much."

Together our bodies,
A magic I didn't know I deserved, falls over the room
I want him everlasting.
Star light
Star bright
Can I please get peace tonight
Been a struggle times are tough
I've just about had enough
Everything is just so rough
I wish upon a smile
Wouldn't want a burden on anyone
I know it's been awhile
Gaze upon something that should've been done
So star light, star so bright can I please get a peaceful sleep tonight?
To think or to know
What is to love or be known
A fawn finds it’s legs
a teardrop trickling down my cheek drags me out of my dream
pathetically realizing
every day

every month

every year
the unrequited love
Expecting to progress the falsely promise to myself to move on
instead
I wasted thinking of you
Wanting you.

-Gali.
 Jan 2021 Seductive Poetry
Mikey
you pinky promised.
you promised to keep my heart protected.
you pinky promised to heal me with you.
but here i lay, on my bestfriends bathroom floor.
my heart in shambles, my head turning in confusing spirals.
you broke your promise bubba..
i’m not your princess anymore..
am i.
The way he holds me in his arms
The smile on his handsome face,
The look in his blue eyes
The way in which he smells,
The sound of his  gentle voice.

The sound of his laughter
His sweet kisses
Being wrapped in his love
Feeling the warmth of his skin
The way he always spoils me
he always calls me "Annie"
 Jan 2021 Seductive Poetry
Haylin
In the cold, dark
        of January,
         I remembered
              you
        the most.
  As the chill
      snapped bones
              like branches,
     as the afternoons
   bathed themselves
in gray,
     as the birds
and the backs
      shook,
so did my lips
   around your name.
I'm so happy
     January is almost
over now.
I am dead to her.
It breaks my heart.
No returned calls.
No response to messages.
Nothing.
Ghosting is what they call this.
I am dead to her.
Yet, I am the one grieving.

Mariette St-Denis
Poem 2
#2021mariettepoems
January 2021
For 2021, I decided to write one poem per day. #2021mariettepoems
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