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They believed
They borrowed
They built...

They lived


They doubted
They dodged
They destroyed...

They lived


They thought
They tried
They tore

They lived

She left...
He waited


She lived...
He waited
~~♥~~

I used to think men
should be more like books
Both you cannot
judge by looks...

If I didn't want to finish reading
I put it down... no heart was bleeding

A book will never fuss or fight
It will stay with you
through the night...

It doesn't smoke. It doesn't drink.
It won't leave toothpaste
in the sink!

It doesn't binge... it don't eat...
It won't leave up the toilet seat!

It don't forget. It doesn't mope.
It won't hog the TV remote!

It doesn't have to have
The last say...
It doesn't have legs

to walk away.

But it's not soft. It isn't warm.
It doesn't keep you
safe from harm.

Even though it makes no fuss
It can't think. It can't discuss.

Even though it has its charms
it can't hold you in its arms.

It doesn't pine. It doesn't miss.
It can't hug and it can't kiss.

So now I think on it again...
... I think BOOKS should be
             more like MEN!!!



SoulSurvivor
2/20/2015
~~♥~~
If my mind were a galaxy,
You would be every twinkling star,
Every asteroid in the belt, every racing comet,
And every moon orbiting the planets.

If my mind were the ocean,
You’d be the billions of water molecules,
The crashing waves, the grains of salt,
And the infinite number of fishes.

But if your mind were either of these,
I’d be but a speck of space dust,
And a creature in the deep abyss;
Invisible and almost non-existent.
Can I
Take you on a walk
And pick you a flower on the side
That common flower will be yours
To admire


Can I
Sing you a song
A song I learned by heart
That common song will be yours
To listen


Can I
Trust you to keep
Something of mine
My only heart will be yours
To cherish
Tonight
I promised you
The stars will belong to us
And the Moon watching from above
Never out of sight
As we take a stroll down the path
With night lanterns hung up
Specially for you
In replace for the Sun
I can’t promise you
Tonight
For if the world
is a bell
ringing
in the emptiness
of a letter.

Words
Are the
rinds of
otherworldly fruit
swollen
in my throat.

Then what
creature, sprite
or, phantom?
rings the doorbell
and is gone.

when  i come
to scribble
the crumbs
of poems
upon an
empty porch
drinking moonlight.
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