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moseying or marching; I'll make it through
even if I have to do it without you
tarry temporary; watch me, I'll fly
trying 'til I'm dying; I'll touch the sky
looking past the dark and up ahead
etched & wounded; woven scarlet thread
met·tle
ˈmedl/
noun
a person's ability to cope well with difficulties or to face a demanding situation in a spirited and resilient way.
 Oct 2015 Allyson Walsh
Poetria
I try to write you back,
but were you ever mine to write?
edit: I deleted almost all of it haha
 Oct 2015 Allyson Walsh
majsrivas
Sometimes i asked myself why it didn't matched.
Why all of a sudden you said we didn't matched.

How pathetic i am to feel bluer than blue,
And asked God of ways for you to miss me too.

I think it all comes back in flashes you know,
All the memories, they comes back, except you.
©jenzybabyy
 Oct 2015 Allyson Walsh
Rapunzoll
she slides her slender
white fingers down the
branches of his spine

her eyes melted like
glaciers and lips as soft
as freshly fallen snow

skin lustful, but heart
unforgiving, exhaling
his every intention

she is autumn in his
palms, her trees bare,
the leaves rust fallen

flashing indifference,
thoughts plucked in
shades of violent rose
© copyright
you leave me - without a word
full of shame, living crypt
naked, empty, stripped
the next morning - blurred

hold me like old times; dreams deferred
abuse unreported; wrists ripped
you leave me without a word
full of shame, living crypt

investment and love, confidence spurred
careful tread, but into your arms I slipped
now your love comes with fees; shipped
but I, your little bird
you leave me without a word
rondel
Your lips never looked so beautiful,
Until moments truths exited with a twist,
When corners smirked,
Smiles exited,
and your voice flowed free.
Every indication that I could believe you,
I hated how I craved honesty,
Until I understood,
I hate the way you lie,
But I could never hate you.
Honey is sweet.
Honey is sweet as it's
poured into my throat
in a never ending stream.
But there comes a time
when I am too drunk
on the sugar to
notice that the
sweetness is too thick
for me to
continue to
choke down
anymore.
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