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Like a fog that blinds,
her smile dazzles you.
Like a chain that binds
her eyes imprison you.

She's a work of art.
She's such a hard worker.
She could break my heart
and she's mine all mine.

The longest dark hair
and her curvy features.
Plus two small hands
that make cute gestures.

She's a work of art.
She's such a hard worker.
She could break my heart
and she's mine all mine.
There's sleep in your eyes with your lips on mine
Six bottles of beer and a checkout time
A pizza to share and a sheet of truth
Time stops that I wish that I could rewind
I close my eyes and feel our hands intertwined
I close my mind and see you by my side
Calling me beautiful every day and night
Hips pressed
Tongues stressed
You could break my heart any time

Will you continue to hum till I cry
And stare at you out of the corner of my eye
Before you kiss my tears goodbye
Going to bed without you feels like there's no end in sight
My heart can't take this
Please come back tonight
Distance is our biggest mistake
Why does home have to be so far away
Come back please, a month is far too long to see your face again
 Apr 2015 Anshuman sharma
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I feel as if I've known you forever --
your lips, your hands, your heart.
What is this? Who are you?
A past Love? A past Lover?
From where did you come
   and why show up now?
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Leigh
 Apr 2015 Anshuman sharma
L Marie
The sorrow that once consumed me
Is hauntingly beautiful now
And some how, sometimes I'm entranced
To relive it, for it was raw,
The purest emotion I'd felt,  
And in this heartless world we live
It was something innocently
Tragic with some meaning to it.
Swing swing
Kick a pebble into the distance
My sneaker leaving tracks in the dirt
Beneath me
The shadow of the tree
caresses my cheek
And I feel free

On the upswings I am happy
On the down I am "okay"
If I am pushed I may fall
If I am pushed I may soar
I close my eyes
Recline my mind
Inhale and realize what life
is truly for.
I really want to go to the park and swing. Also kinnnnnd of contemplating the meaning of life? #deep
In the space blue and dark,
twinkled the tiny little stars.
At door he stood,
gazed into infinity,
gazed to figure out,
the figures they portrayed.
Wet were his eyes,
satisfied was his expression,
for he knew he had chosen the wrong train,,
but right was the destination.
Its hard to figure out everything which is going on.
That is what the poem is all about.
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