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An aching sadness
Now collecting dust,
Like a childhood toy,
Now all but forgotten.
Brought into the light,
Despite my best efforts,
Like a deadly poison,
With a certain sweetness.
she sits propped up against the wall,
sleek curves and long necked
elegant and beautiful,
and she's my first love,
and I'll love her 'til I die
of this I'm certain,
because she's the sparkle in my eye
I cradle her in my arms,
let my fingers coax her sounds
music to my ears, love songs
and nostalgia of the years
she's my first love,
and I'll love her 'til I die
of this I'm certain
because she's the sparkle in my eye
I cradle her in my arms,
and I've never loved another more
I'll always hold her close to me,
my angel, my guitar
[ finger guns ]
plot twist poetry
 May 2017 archwolf-angel
ryn
Fragile
 May 2017 archwolf-angel
ryn
careless fingers,
they will
always take.
they never
will learn that...
fragile hearts
don't just break.

so brittle they crack
under pressure.
then into
a million shards,

they
shatter.
 May 2017 archwolf-angel
frankie
oh darling this is all but a dream
you filling my heart with kerosene
dropping a match and engulfing me in flames

but all fires die, and you don't feel the same
the fire of "love" burns ever so brightly, but flickers with all of your mixed signals
 May 2017 archwolf-angel
chris
you feel the same way
cause i want you so bad
Glimpse of hope
Through those washed eyes,
As I envisage us surfing
The roughest of tides,
A million waves crash,
Heavily into my chest,
Because I'm afraid
I'll drown in a sea
Of emotion because
You're the ocean,
And I'm just a stone.
I've been a witness to your up's
And have held on through your down's
I have seen most of your come's and goes
And all your turn around's

Through all your hopes and all your dreams
And all your wanna be's
I've made the call that through it all
You're still the one for me

From the shadows of the breakdowns
To the hope a new day dawns
From the revolving sound of the in's and out's
To the silent going's on's

From the cost of doing business
To the give away that's free
Though the order's tall, I'll pay it all
You're still the one for me

I have heard you sing the high notes
And can applaud with confidence
Knowing that you are mine from day one in time
And I've been your's ever since

I dig you with golden shovel
And every ounce of you I'll keep
What you've thrown I've caught to take it all
You're still the one for me
 May 2017 archwolf-angel
ryn
Some of the best words of art
come from the most
bruised and battered
of hearts.
 May 2017 archwolf-angel
ryn
What's to become of us
when all that we've coveted
is emptied of all value

What's to become of us
when the words we traded
seem to have lost their meaning

What's to become of us
when common ideals
turn to conflict

What's to become of us
when all that has been invested
gets swallowed by doubt and mistrust

What's to become of us
when we stand so close
yet between our hearts lies a lie
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