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 May 2015 Asa D Bruss
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 May 2015 Asa D Bruss
PS
I fall in love easily
That's what you tell me.

And you are right
- to some extent
I will fall for you easily

It might be the dreamer in me
Head in the clouds
I spin my own reality
From colourful threads.

It might be the romantic in me
Looking for things beautiful
And loveable
In each and everyone

I will follow your lead
And hungrily pick up
The crumbs of attention
You leave for me.

And yet
I don't fall in love easily

It might be the little girl in me
Shy and insecure,
Disappointed by Life
And looking for protection

It might be the realist in me
Taking time to build up trust
For the past is not easily forgotten
And the future uncertain.

So you see,
No matter how much
I cling to you now.

Until you can show me
Love and affection,
Trust and protection.

I will leave to seek it elsewhere
Cause my heart is a sacred place
And I don't give it away
Easily.
Chances are, nobody is waiting to reveal the secret.
Probably I'll die as unaware of the point as I've been from the start.
Please tell me if it's for something.
I'd love to be in on it.
 Apr 2015 Asa D Bruss
Duzy
I wonder what goes through her head
She's like a book I've never read
The cover both enchanting and confusing me

I comment how her hair looks cute
And peel another piece of fruit
Turns out orange will rhyme with something

With pith under my finger nails
You interrupt, rebuff, regale
You said you know that I'm waiting for you

It seems the radio concurs
The DJ spins 'Venus in Furs'
As you amuse yourself to cure me

While that's less quote, more paraphrase
And now it's weeks instead of days
But you still get to stay equivocal

I'm feeling far too old to care
'Bout books and covers, pith and hair
So I'll just take it out on poetry
 Apr 2015 Asa D Bruss
ATC
Kiss Me
 Apr 2015 Asa D Bruss
ATC
You hold upon your lips lines to poems I have been trying to finish for years.
 Apr 2015 Asa D Bruss
Deenah
You changed. Slowly.
So slowly maybe, I'm not sure you even saw the difference.
But I did.
And I couldn't speak to hurt you- but I couldn't keep it in.
My soul battled itself.
And there is no victory for one who fights themselves,
*For when one part dies, so does the other.
I'm so confused at the moment. I'm sorry if this isn't much of a poem... But I had to share.
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