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Mark down
the seconds between
the flash and boom

That's the distance
True love blooms
Love unspoken
Tends to waver
A few warm moments
A few special favors
Even as the good friend
Or the teacher's pet
Acceptance may be
All you get
So when and if
I decide to show it
Unspoken or not
   Now you know it...
Traveler Tim

It just kind of falls out the bottom..
In the "loneliness",
I find connection.
In the "boredom",
I find fulfillment.
In the "silence",
I find serenity.

Why aren't you at peace?
Deep in the night,
when the world is asleep,
I dance with the memory,
I swore not to keep.

For some loves don’t end,
they just learn how to hide,
a wound left unhealed,
still bleeding inside.
“They say love is forever
But for me love is
When I get to see the happiness in your eyes
When you say my name my heart skips a beat
This Valentine’s Day is extra special
Because I get to spend it with you
Even when we’re together
I still wish there was more time
In the world to be with you “
I need no light to know
that you are smiling.
Your hands in mine,
together in the dark.

I need no light to see
the beauty in your face,
it's locked forever in
the memory of my heart.

I need no light to guide my touch,
nor taste, nor smell,
no light to guide me within
all the treasures that are you.

I need no light.

It is merely icing on the cake,
as we make love
through the night,
into the sun break.
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Tears from the mystical sky
seeped in through my shoulder—
as I let its fervor tears
dampen my lowly soul;
he said, “hear me out”

The way it moves around
sailing toward to broaden
mysterious mists—the plastic clouds
covering most of the gleam of the sun
and the way he murmurs into my ears—
I can never get out again.

While strange stares pierced through
my core—a menacing way of
forcing unraveling fragile pieces
of my silent port, and there I
let a foreign one
travel his way through—
sailing beneath my springs.

On this day of August's chilly afternoon—
while the tears of the mystical sky
tumbles through my shoulder—dripping
my cold dry bones.
after a week of not writing.
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