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Sarah Nielle Oct 2015
You never even kissed me,
But you ****** me.
****** me over.
Now I'm pregnant with the idea of a love that didn't matter and didn't exist.
Thanks for tearing my heart out and killing any ability of feeling love I had.
Sarah Nielle Oct 2015
Don't mind me
I'll just be licking my lips
Being your translucent temptation
You wont see my attempts because baby, they aren't there for your eyes.
I know you like the view from the back,
But how about you learn to see things more clearly?
Open those eyes.
You liked to play games,
But I'm competitive.
You can see but you can't touch?
Childs play.
You can sense, but you can't see/feel/touch.
Maybe,
Just maybe in a blink of an eye you can taste...
But I'm gone.
  Oct 2015 Sarah Nielle
Little Azaleah
You didn't
Ever trust
Me but
Did you
Trust her?

{E.I}
Sarah Nielle Mar 2015
He's so content with his fluorescent heart,
while im over here falling part.
he's lived in a world of
you want means you need.
While my world has been full of
you need means you want.
I'm at a very bitter road here,
i am not accustomed to the cold
accreditation of a naive hand.
  Mar 2015 Sarah Nielle
Sarah
XO
I'm a swirl
of crimson
paint
a lipstick
smear
a curling,
twisting,
writhing
sedated print
in hues
of violet-red

I'm in love,
my darling
and I want to
write
X's,
O's,
on every
empty surface
who will give me
just a moment to tell
them of my
love...

weave a stamp
of my kiss,
my crooked
thumbprint
on every lonely
facade
where you have
felt alone
and scared
and like love was
not designed for you.
  Feb 2015 Sarah Nielle
bluestarfall
A year ahead, a year passed by,
The doors are still opened, and the ponds are still dry,
You did say you loved me, you did say goodbye,
Our irrevocable commitments proved promises are a lie.

Its the night recalling the showers in the springs,
And the weekend waltz to the attuned strings,
You revolve around me today, with your name engraved within,
Stop hiding from me, so long where have you been?

But for a second i believed..
As the gush of wind whispered your name,
The clock is ticking beside our picture frame,
You're flowing like the river,in your gown , camouflaging blue,
Lined up a lot of work, I still got seconds for you.
There is always a line between holding on and letting go.The proof is that we are constantly pulled by it.
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