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I hear your lips speaking.
Your breath slowly creeping down my spine,
So overwhelming, It cannot be a crime.
I hold you, you know me.
Temptation, you *******.
For this isn't our first time.
The hearts heavy beating,
Our eyes steady meeting.
For we are young and in our prime.
Tongue tickles mine, tickles lies, tickles line.
Our minds filled with hope and our hearts to divine.
A hand on your hip and bite on your thigh.
A dose of high notes leaves me begging you tonight.
Eyes forced behind lenses and hair summer blonde.
My hand convincing me to force your head in the pond.
A soft beat, limbs moving, half heart interceptions.
Put your hands up while I check you for weapons.
You know I love you and there is no question.
Please promise me safety from your subtle deceptions.
Tonight I love you.
Tomorrow we die.
**** all the gods that look down from the sky.
A hand on your hip and a bite on your thigh.
The sin that we live drops angels from up high.
 Jan 2014 Ariel Leann
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It's not forever that you seek
Demands together, 'cause you're weak
In such endeavor, you only reek
Of fatal doubts one ought to tweak.

You are not smart, I tell you that
Distrusts the heart, "Oh, what a ****!"
Your arrogance -- so very squat
The patience shown is simply flat.

It is not love that you hold dear
For losing pride is what you fear
From respect, how fast you veer
So happiness is never near.
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 Jan 2014 Ariel Leann
Vanae minx
with you. It's over. I'm through.

Your not the one. I'm not in love.

Never been. with you
Runaway Baby,
on her road to Happiness.
Runaway Baby,
trying to hide her distress.
Run, Run, Baby.
Don't you ever look back.
Don't Cry Baby,
keep your head up and heart black.
Run Away Baby,
far away from all you know.
Hush Now Baby,
I know it's hard to let go.
Keep Running Baby,
but it's starting to hurt her feet.
That's Somebody's Baby,
sleeping out on the street.
Leave Here, Baby.
You know you can't stay.
My Sweet, Sweet Baby,
you'll soon find your way.
 Jan 2014 Ariel Leann
Yve
It's fine, really.
I'm just bleeding.
Inside my heart is beating.
At an unsteady flowing.
While I keep my secret.
And you can keep your disruption.
While my mind falls though the fissures.
As you cut my soul with scissors.
Unable to become anyone.
I am done.
I’m like a puppet
                                                        Just pull my strings
                                                        I’ll be right there
                                                        When my telephone rings
                                                      
                                                        You’ve got me *******
                                                        In a nice little ball
                                                        You tangle my mind
                                                        And watch me fall

                                                        I’m totally hooked
                                                        I’m crazy about you
                                                        Everything you say
                                                        Contradicts what you do

                                                        I find myself alone
                                                        While you’re having fun
                                                        I try to catch you
                                                        But you’re on the run

                                                        You leave me confused
                                                        You say it’s the end
                                                        Stop playing with my head
                                                        ‘Cause you’ll be back again
 Jan 2014 Ariel Leann
ponny jo
sorrow i am with broken hands and cannot mend, i look to myself, in my self and my past within. i see burn marks from fires laid, and cannot un marr the wood, i feel pain inside from debts, in myself paid, from thoughts remembered and what i should have done. i learn and am sad, my flower in the wind. i never enough watered or let sunlight in. i die to think of growing strenght within through insight and how i should have been, but my flower withered by me, will not ever know.
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