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seeing you in the front row
couldn't help but to stare

saw a weird reflection in you
but you had too much of a glare

thinking of makin' a move
then you left without a clue

thought it was just a vacation
was fooled by my own imagination

outta my mind,
saw you online

you never posted nothing
but always seen mine

could this be any more,
or I am just paranoid?
okay so CS-C without you?
as i sent my last text,
to see if you too felt an absence

got through a day hoping,
don't know how many more

wanting that beep,
to come and wake me up

to know whats its like to,
be loved back.
In the light from the screen,
I saw your silhouette

deeply immersed on what's written,
with hair slipped hanging on your face

saw light shining those little vines,
that twisted like a ripe vine

face glimmering by that soft light,
glowing like a kindle in a firelight

your swinging chair produced a sound,
like a nightingale on a winter dusk

and fingers tapping those little keys,
whose clicking filled the air around

and as I inhaled them,
I felt resurrected.
describing a girl I saw using a computer and she was looking really pretty but didn't saw her whole face just a side and above is just explanation of what I saw.
  Nov 2020 Smothered Divine
elaine
you never asked to read my poetry
maybe that was the sign.
i told you i wrote for fun,
you shrugged and moved on.
red flags went up everywhere, but i didn’t bother looking
Smothered Divine Nov 2020
Slip of the tongue, Slide the bolt into place.
Bring your bare fingertips to the Smooth,
Orange surfaces of your sanctuary walls.
Matte finish.

Let the colors melt- Melting, dripping Into LSD infused music.
Let your bones jingle to the Crocodile Rock Whilst
stripping your skin And clothes off.

Let the colors drip into your left iris, right.
****, let them melt through your bloodstream as
Tears Rake the fridge for a beer or five.

You are held by only me and the sound
Of every smile, you've ever meant.

Dazed reflections, mirror gazing-
You are we and I am us: We are One, Not another.

Eyes grow heavy, days go by;
I never needed, never missed, never wanted
You.
Rose scented giggles, cuddling cool fur.
Soft, fluffed pillows. Warm, thick comforters.

The light blue dissolves and floats up from your eyes- Cloudy cool, wind-whipped, cream colored ceiling. Hazel eyes, lids closing, geometric veins flit past the shadows.
Then- Sleep.
A poem about self hate while on, you guessed it, illegal substances.
Not speaking from experience!
This was an old one made new, mine of course.
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