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Hazel eyes, stained with innocence,
Beauty of perfection, of imminence,
Bed of roses, fragrance of her neck,
His bones are always getting weak.

Beneath the pail moonlit night,
Flaming hearts, the only light,
Cold wind whispers words of love,
His arms, her warmth, a hug.

She stands in front of the mirror,
Cries a river of tears, in terror,
Eyes once stained with innocence,
Into imperfection, into imminence.
The easiest way to the heart of a woman
is tea-sing her.

Make her a tea
Sing her a song
And yours she would be
For lifelong!

If you think I fable

See me making that
At the tea table.
 Aug 2014 Amardeep Singh
Erenn
The light illuminates us within
Gleaming through that translucent pride
Creating an obscure spectrum that we’re in
We are all fragile inside
Waiting for the day we die

We evade at what’s real
And fallen into the dusk
We realized it’s wrong to feel
But we still believe in trust

We crave for that night
When the Moon shines as bright as the Sun
Where Shooting Stars falling everywhere in sight
Where the Milky Way pours to the ground
Where Northern Lights stays until the sunrise

We try to find what was lost
Only to be remembered by what’s present
We can’t forget yesterday’s remorse
Only to find out that it’s permanent.



Erennwrites
I procrastinate alot. To the extent of losing friends and relationships. But It's never too late to change. You have to face the truth,accept it.
Accept Reality.
And Change.
 Aug 2014 Amardeep Singh
Carolin
Mouth , neck and
cheeks is where he
likes to be kissed.
There wasn't a
chance he'd get to
be kissed and let it be
skipped. He reads
her as if she's erotica
but the kind that
seems a bit chaotic
and psychotic. The
way he moves with
her to keep up is a bit
robotic. Hands in his hair
as love spreads in the
air. Standing up chest
to chest and lips to
neck she makes him
wonder what's about
to come next* ~
Love,
scary and beautiful
painful yet pleasing
so many emotions
im yours for the keeping.
So confusing
and so unreal
By your side
my wounds start to heal.
I love your kisses
I love your touch
sometimes I think I care
a little too much.
My heart is yours and yours is mine
this poem is coming to an ending
but our love will conquer time.
a poem i wrote a long time ago
 Aug 2014 Amardeep Singh
Megan H
But,
What if we have it all wrong?
What if reality,
Isn't what we think?
What if our dreams were reality?
A world where we can fly,
Lounge above the clouds
Have super powers,
Fall in love with no complication,
Always beat the bad guy.
Why do we always-
Have to accept that we are stuck,
In such a horrible world
When we have the power to go other places?
Why can't sometimes,
We just dream?
Sometimes it's okay to be in your own world.
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