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Bianca Apr 2013
Oh love, you made me a fool
With your condescending ways
You make yourself seem so sweet
but what hurts the most
Is what lies beneath you

Oh love, you are cruel
you made me cry buckets of tears
and there you are you act as if
you did no wrong

Oh love, I would learn
every part of you; I would read
between your every line
your ups and downs
your twists and turns

Oh love, please be gentle
Oh love, you made me
who I am today
Bianca Apr 2013
You were easy to love, Yesterday
You would kiss me and hold me
and see through me like I was everything
you needed

You made me feel like I was the sun,
the moon, the stars that filled up
your void.

You are hard to love, Now
Your void gets
harder and harder to fill
But I love you, and I
would learn to love you until you
become the Yesterday I once
knew
Bianca Apr 2013
I could have loved the kisses
you leave on my cheeks
and on my lips;
I could have adored the way
your lips meet with my neck
along with your heavy breathing;
but I chose to love
the way you kiss my hand;
that tender feeling whenever they land
upon my skin, as it spreads to my whole being;
oh, the most innocent kiss you could ever give
could send my heart and soul as your captive
Bianca Apr 2013
For so long
I’ve tried to see
the way you see
the stars at night

For so long
I’ve mastered your
every breath
and every step

For so long
I’ve been with you;
Your darkness
and your light

For so long
I’ve been in love
And like this
I would stay
Bianca Apr 2013
Something tells me
We’ve been here before
Darling, life was never fair
In this ground we call home

We love and we hurt
Until it reaches our core
We hurt, still we love
until we cry a little more

But I’d rather hurt
A million times more
Than have someone else
To love and adore
Bianca Apr 2013
Been listening to sad songs
more often than before
maybe they’d make me feel okay
If I listen to them once more

But instead they make me feel
woeful than ever
Paint my life blue and grey
Run your brush until I shiver
Bianca Apr 2013
they made love under fine and ragged sheets
in dreadful past and unknown future;
they made love with their lips and hands and eyes
and in the fine air that hung between them;
they made love under the moonlit stars
in each other’s love, they died;
and tasted heaven for a while, for a while
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