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aria xero Dec 2012
I thought of love when I saw your face....
Staring into eyes....
Butterflies scrambled....
Earth moved two places to the right....
Dizzy haze crawled around us....
Face flustered....
Your eyes looked me over....
I searched for words ....
Moving  lips, nothing emerging....
Knees weakened....
Body tensed....
Sense of comfort swelled....
You would be mine....
Static packed kiss....
Warmth of your body....
Love and nothing else....
Everything wiped blank....
A new slate...
For you to create....
I was yours…you were mine....
Sweet smell lingered on your every piece....
Remember....
Dark images of memories....
Race in my head…
I thought of love when I saw your face....
aria xero Dec 2012
la
write me a poem
paint it with words that light up the page
make it glow like the fireflies we saw
on that august night

write me an epic
with a profligacy of pages
that flow to the floor like the stream
we ran through
on that august night

write me a ballad
sing it to your hearts content
let it ride the wind and float across the sky
like the stars we gazed at
on that august night

write me a sonnet
pour out your thoughts
have them dance beyond the clouds
into the sea
like the kiss you gave me
on that august night
aria xero Dec 2012
ace of spades aint good enough
throw out jokers
conteract homicidal daggers.
blood diamonds adorn queen
necks perched in high nests.
tar slicked jacks
blow clovers clumped
in sickly drips of black.
kings present hearts of gold
wrapped in tin foil
pricked with poison potent.
Suits one to four
draw a card
place your bet
21
it's over.
aria xero Dec 2012
first she kissed
but on lips, only images
of truth remained.
she is now stained
with love so spontaneous
that she cried in the night.
her lips have betrayed her
a knife against heart.
she screamed "I'm in love"
words shot with arrows
molding your being like
fingertips tp edges.
she's stuck in love for all time
days, months, years
she was she.
but still, she continues to feel
remembers his face
those eyes of curt stillness.
from his gaze silence
tears fell, hot against cheeks
she remembers love as lips pressed to lips.
his response, her left sitting alone.
she tried to remember love before
but it was a mark, those arrows struck to a chest
hearts empty in death
love remembers though
that one kiss, that stain
she knew was love.
aria xero Dec 2012
Let's talk about *** baby...
Well tell her that I miss our little talks,
And I'm caught in the crossfire of my own thoughts
If you escaped what I've escaped, you'd be in Paris getting ****** up too
Baby, Baby, Baby oh... like baby, baby, baby no
Can you forgive the things I do, that I can't amend?
Through the causes of my mistakes,
You'll never know dear how much I love you.
Floating down a raging river,
Maybe then I can learn to swim like 13 miles away.
You left my soul bleeding in the dark,
I can't survive without your sweet love, oh baby...don't leave me this way.
Touch me and then turn away,
Never gonna give you up.
Life's too short to even care at all oh,
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa I want to be with you.
This is my love song to you.
And how can I stand here with you,
I should be over all the butterflies,
Oh, and it's only you, yeah, it's only you.
aria xero Dec 2012
Weakness greets our calling cards
burning holes through the eye sockets
of our avenged lovers.
Rain arrows down upon those who
have lied through gritted teeth
spouting out cavity infested promises.
Smothered in flames, you will roast
In hell along with the tears you have summoned.
Happy now? As your tongue splits in half devouring
the grotesque shape your face has become.
Crumble to ash, you acid laced a**hole.
Suffocated breaths, gasp into clouds of rot
just like the tentacles you touched me with.
Deteriorating flesh flakes scales unfolding
the sinister serpent of your inner core.
You **** the essence out of life draining every last
drop, blood splatters rippling into sound.
Happy now? Your love was only a business card
And now I belong to you.
aria xero Dec 2012
Ring, why? Significant...
Maybe. Serpentine, constricting

Polished neatly...not really
Worn by arguments tarnished

Smooth contact, rough punctures
Green stains of hurt bury deep

“promise me” was written
Only “not today” is screamed

Ring, why? Accepting apologies
Too late to return a gesture made

Hollowed now, diamonds forever?
Maybe. Should of thought

Commitment tomorrow
Tonight is dry, this ring, why?
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