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C Cavierre Jun 2015
All I do all night long
Is play our song;
Lyrical,
Musical—
I sing to you:
Here's where you belong
C Cavierre Jun 2015
What I have is a mechanical heart made up of gears;
it pumps up oil and artificial heartbeats

It was you who gave it life—
It was you who made me alive—

Even though it's already yours,
I just want you to know,
You're the only one it's beating for.
C Cavierre May 2015
I feel like my life
is a house beside the sea
Not because it's going like a breeze,
or I'm forever in a vacation—

But more like
every tidal wave
can swept me away,
at any time,

And the windy gales
can tumble me down,
And the stormy days
can keep me up at night,

Every flow and retreat,
every whisper and shriek,
the water, from its very depth
to the surface,
is a threat to me.

Yet, there are times,
there is beauty
that I can only see
with living beside the sea

After the storms,
the moon comes out
round and glowing,
And the sky would clear out
to show the stars
twinkling

And I shall see
a vast wonder of beauty
As the water reflects those million lights
And the moon is mirrored in another sky,
C Cavierre Feb 2015
My mind is filled
with ***** thoughts tonight
Or rather with
pleasures and desires

I cannot sleep
basking in delight
Touching you sweetly
in my mind's eye

This is the only way
we can be high

I shall dream—
I will not peep
—I'll have you every night
C Cavierre Jan 2015
Let's clash until one of us can't take it—
Let our sparks create a fire, even if it shall burn us down...

Let us not be afraid of our fate, as long as we'll both be facing it—
'Til the day we both fall down...

Then—there—we shall confess—
Until then,
Let's pretend
C Cavierre Jan 2015
It's hard to say
when the dead despair,
But I feel it now
I feel it everywhere,
in my bones,
in my soul;
The bleakness
of being forgotten,
The sorrow
of being lived without.
But I'd engraved
the wish I share
with every ****** soul
into my stone;
To the lot
that continue to walk
the land of earth:*
Forget Me Not
Dedicated to those who passed away, and was eventually forgotten.
C Cavierre Jan 2015
The moon is shining even in the morn
And I cannot help but gaze in wonder;
If what's made for the night can live in day
Then, why cannot my dead heart be reborn?
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