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 Feb 2016 Tafuta Atarashī
L
Sometimes your voice sounds like rain beating heavy on a galvanized roof.
Sometimes I feel like I can hear the sadness pouring from your mouth like a rainstorm in the middle of the night.
You tried hard to swallow it, hide it beneath your tongue;
when you laugh you pretend it doesn't sound like thunder and howling winds,
You've flooded my home many times, my dear.
Sometimes I feel like I can hear the sadness,
the sadness pouring from your mouth like a rainstorm
in the middle of the night.
this is all over the **** place
 Feb 2016 Tafuta Atarashī
L
[in-tuh-muh-see]*  (noun)*

1. you'll let him undress you even though morning light is pouring through his two story apartment window and he's never seen you naked without the dark to hide your flaws; you won't have to hold your breath the entire time.

2. he isn't afraid to pray with you, you aren't afraid to tell him when you're not ok. You both wake up in each other's arms believing that nothing would ever be as simple as this.
 Feb 2016 Tafuta Atarashī
L
I am tired of permanently loving temporary men.
I make no claim
that I have life figured out

I simply live life
trying not to let it
not to let it live me
and take all the bows
while I'm sitting idle

its music a tune
that I did not write
request or handpick
so I count the steps
try to learn the lyrics
and show up in a gown
of pearls and sequins

I dance the dance
although once in a while
our toes will pay dearly
causing distance and pause
but I cannot stop
abandon its side
leaving the dance floor
before the last song
There will always be a better dancer, but we cannot  watch from afar. Sooner or later we all figure it out and learn to dance gracefully in sequins and steel-toes. Let us dance.
I fall asleep in fear
But wake up in ease
Because we're still here
Holding on to one another
Stronger than how gravity works
Pillow Thoughts ©
Shared on Hello Poetry on February 5, 2016
Copywrites under Bianca Reyes
All rights reserved
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Enjoy!
I was so in love with love
That I stopped loving myself
And refused to see you
For who you really are
Vile, arrogant and manipulative
But all I wanted to see in you was
Love, confidence and intelligence
I was wrong but I will learn
In Matters of Blind Love©
Shared on Hello Poetry on February 5, 2016
Copywrite under Bianca Reyes
All rights reserved
Blah blah blah
Enjoy!
And I loved you, oh so much

I was unsure what to do

But you didn't love me back

That was the only thing I was sure of.
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