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Austin Stafford Jan 2017
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
She loved me and sometimes I loved her too
Austin Stafford Jan 2017
In the darkness I lay,
crossing the threshold bathed in dreams,
I enter the moonless midnight of my mind
Drifting in a sea of melancholy,
its Elysian depths filled with
sublime words beyond black and white.
The meraki tides wash me unto a twilight shore
where a forest of eternal autumn stands.
Deep, dark, and lovely.
Inside, a strange world I must venture,
finding places once forgotten
and seeking secrets hidden within shadows.
The cracks and spiderweb shatters
within my being, fan out like a map.
A guide for the wanderlust;
the essence trapped within my veins.
Upon a soft breeze
carries the whispers of my soul.
Rustling my heartstrings
like wind through chimes and into my bones.
Keeping at bay the demons that lurk
and the ghosts that haunt.
Wandering through these dark woods,
set ablaze, I roam through that ethereal chaos.
Upon that place I stand.
My Midnight Soul.
Austin Stafford Jan 2017
Kissing is like an electric storm of euphoria
and you're in the eye of it. The air is hot from
the static clash of skin and thunder from
the furious beating of both hearts.
As you lean into their soul drenched lips,
a fire blossoms and spreads, touching your mind.
Finally, you have tasted love.

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