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 Nov 2014 Anmol
Me
 Nov 2014 Anmol
Me
I hear the rain outside my window.

Sleep
does
not
come.

Instead I think about why

He does not seem to want me.
 Nov 2014 Anmol
Me
♡ A Kiss ♡
 Nov 2014 Anmol
Me
To all of you.

Just because.
 Jun 2013 Anmol
maisie khan
i want the breeze to capture your voice from the long-distance somewhere in which
your timid heart beats faster at another's sound.*

i dream about knowing you in the
most delicate places and often my dreams are trees and landscapes that spread across
my mind to reveal your magnificence and pure beauty and in these dreams i can not kiss
you enough times to truly expose my feelings to you, whispering the softest of words
in to your mouth so as to convince your poor smothered heart that i am the only one
you will ever need. never quite gripping you tight enough i would search the sea that
is your eyes in an attempt to unravel some kind of beautiful secret that you are hiding
from the world and asking for a piece of you that the world has never seen before; all
the while you would search the darkness in my eyes trying to uncover the pain i can't
reveal to you because i am so terrified of failure and rejection and so very very
terrified of you leaving without me.
sixteen and already more tantalising than the
women who surrounded him

offering him a warm glass of tenderness and  an 'i need you'
in which he would drink down until he could love her enough to understand why she did this,
trying to **** the thing on the inside and wondering why no man ever looked her in the eye when he said he loved
her and still trying to figure out that when a man did say those words he had to drink
seven shots and smoke a joint first and still trying to grasp the idea that he would say
it more often if she gave him her naked body to own. escape with me oh sweet love and
try to understand that when i have fallen in love with you i need the warmth of your chest
to catch my head and i need your steady heart to beat with my own.

let us run through the
edges of nowhere and try to decipher a meaning to life--

*maybe we exist for each other.
 Jun 2013 Anmol
DieingEmbers
You walked into my life...

so no

I don't mind
your rambling on

my love.
Rambling - to walk or to talk endlessly
 Jun 2013 Anmol
L O
Blue
 Jun 2013 Anmol
L O
He is a seashell and I am the ocean, but it is not his fault.

He can only hold so many grains of salt or sand, he can only catch so many china       tears before they hit the floor and shatter into a billion disappointed slivers, never to be collected or krazy-glued.

It is not his fault.

In today’s society, it is preferred to be flat.

                     So he is blessed, my skipping stone.

It’s the people like me—the bottomless ravines—

That get lost in ourselves
                         That vacuum up lost puppies and paper cuts and hold them with us                                        so tightly that we’re guaranteed to spill over.

But we don’t. No, not even the slightest.

We just get deeper and deeper to make room for the cold water.
       We build secret gardens to plant poisonous roots and we hide them in our green teas and salads.
               We draw lemniscate maps that loop treasure hunters around our hearts, searching forever.
                          We shun the sturdy carp and send love letters to fickle anglers and glumfish.
                                       We refuse to die in our sleep.

His favorite drink is water and his favorite color is blue.
     My favorite drink is whiskey and my favorite color
Is alabaster when it’s raining,
                                     sea foam green if I’m trying,
                                                                               and violet when I’m in the mood.
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