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 Sep 2013 Bailey Morse
Kaitlyn
We were never meant to collide
We watched and let flames subside
In stars of time, our faces hide
We were never meant to collide.

It was all but a hopeless dream
A chain of pictures worked in scheme
A foolish plan ripped at the seam
It was all one beautiful dream.

Hear my shaky words of denial
This voice that once made you smile
I whispered on tracks, half a mile
But now I stutter words of denial.

Despite it all I can't help but feel
The months of desire must have been real
And deep in yourself something more than ideal
So ensure me that my thoughts you feel.

In the end, from my sight I hide,
We had our chance, but we'll never collide.
 Sep 2013 Bailey Morse
Christine
Anxiety is the colour red like the stinging remnants of my tears that have passed,

Anxiety tastes like black coffee at three am,

Anxiety smells like a drip of my nosebleed that just wont fade,

Anxiety sounds like the constant pounding in my pluse,

Anxiety feels like the lump in my throat from the starchy medication,

Anxiety is my hidden enemy.
Greenish hills and alice blue skies
whimsical faeries wander along the timberlands
play hide and seek around pine groves
brimming the atmosphere with liquid of blithe.

a pair of cerulean eyes glitter under a lucid sun,
and reflected a thousand rainbows.
the feet you danced, headed forth to the ethereal grounds.
in those fleecy palms held a bouquet of fresh peonies.
as the wind huffs and grins, the fruit trees leafs begin to compose
as if in an orchestra house.
around my body flew a rabble of butterflies, your psyche is surreal.

"You came back"
I grasp to his muscular limbs, to fracture and to feel with seraphic love.

By the night the archaic moon hangs, all my dreamless night pulverized.
gory scenarios in my brain surrendered for an escape.

My heart pumps, my collarbones shrieks,
on our old bed, up-down, up-down, in-out, in-out....
"ah." the hue of a merry-go-round.


As the summer reborn, the reality seizes..
                    our love is immortal without a fullstop

-l.r

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