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I hear wild wolves
Attacking the peace of the night
Howling 'neath forest trees
Kissing the floors of earth
Hunting for the unsuspecting prey

There she sat
Bathed in moonlight
Eyes like onyx
Staring into the dark

He was prey to her innocence
Was enamored with her beauty
The beast had seen beauty
And wouldn't let it go

He carried her
With as much tenderness
As only a loving heart could

And today I saw her
In the dark coves
Being loved
And loving in return
She is as alone
as a tree in a rain forest.

I am as alone
as a cactus flower in a desert.

She is different
because of her friends.

I am different
because I am myself.
Love in a lick
will always stick.

Love in a blink
can make you think.

Love in a seed
can grow a good deed.

Love in a storm
can make you warm.

Love in a tear
is something dear,

Love in a tickle
can make you trickle.

Love in a drop
can make you stop.

Love in a day
can make you stay.

Love is a treasure,
love is an act,
love is a promise,
love is a pact.

Love in us all
can we answer the call?
 Mar 2016 Autumn Daze
Helen
I don't have regrets.
I have fleeting thoughts
of things
that might have been right,
whispered at the wrong time


04.03.15
I call them Hindsight Memories, I hate the word regret :)
He must notice something.

The way my eyes light up whenever I see him,
The way I drop everything and see him whenever he needs me.
How fast I can reply to his texts,
The way I always say yes to him to whatever he asks.
The way I suddenly get quiet whenever he asks me about crushes,
The way I look at him for a bit too long.

He must notice something.
He's probably noticed everything.
But he doesn't respond.

Which is why I'll never tell him.
 Mar 2016 Autumn Daze
E A Bookish
where does this dawn come from?
the lonely one
star and pink spangled
and always young
you're so quick to fade
so tell me quickly
where do you come from
and
how can I travel there?
You say it tastes bad.
I say it tastes delicious.
You say television is better.
I say newspapers are better.
You want to hangout with friends.
I want to hangout with family.
You want to be mean.
I want to be just.
You say happiness comes from money.
I say happiness comes from what good I do for others.
This is what is different,
because I am 'ME' and you are 'YOU'.
This poem sends a message to be yourselves and never let anybody change who you are. Because you are the best thing in the world and nothing can change that. #BeYou #LoveYourself
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