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  May 2015 bCL Photography
LJ Chaplin
Dust and rubble settle at my feet,
A chaotic collapse
Inside myself that I could never
Have imagined,
The foundations are shaken,
The cracks began to show,
And piece by piece
It all spectacularly fell apart,
Nothing to hold on to,
Nothing to steady myself with
As it all crashed and burned,
Leaving me surrounded by the ruins
Of an Empire that took years to build
And seconds to destroy.
  May 2015 bCL Photography
LJ Chaplin
Heartbeats and concrete,
Skyscrapers and commuters,
Dreams and believers.
~~~

we hold our lovers
in our hearts like a cage
in our bones like a vessel
in our pockets like change

in our bellies like banquets
in our brains like a ***
in our ears like sweet music
they live in our thoughts

in our eyes they sparkle
their perfume beguiles
in shoes we walk in them
throughout the miles

like candy we hold them
within our mouths
our lips hold love in
as they pucker and pout

but in our poems
ink flows from pen
we let lovers out

again and again!



soulsurvivor
Isn't it the TRUTH!

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