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I know your eyes, you lips, your smile.
A love so warm, it burns for a while.
A wick to my core, the flame travels through.
And it all leads back to that spark from you.

My match, we match, you burn, two fires in the night.
We waltz, we dance, in my dreams, under the moonlight.
So many daydreams I cannot write.
But you and me, we click together just right.

I can feel it in my core, deep behind my eyes.
I can sense it in my soul, and I must reprise.

My match, we match, you burn, two fires in the night.
We waltz, we dance, in my dreams, under the moonlight.
So many daydreams I cannot write.
But you and me, we click together just right.

It's a beautiful feeling when I see you,
in my dreams, on the street, what can I do?
You've run away from my heart like an artery.
Without you, sweetheart, why should I breathe?

It's a beautiful day when I'm with you,
but as the sun sinks down, what can I do?
To finish this off; this much is true.
*I really do *wish there was only one of you.
I see Time in the shadows
Texture paints on ceilings.
Slowly flowing, I stare for
A second. She shifts, the
Current of moments has
Changed. I no longer see
In constants; instead I
Constantly see. She has
Shown my eyes yet seem
To mirror my perception.
 May 2015 Sean Harbor
Lenny M
In the still morning,
how do you wake up ?,
If you never went to sleep,
4AM and your eyes are beyond weak,
5AM the sky is cracking,
Your Heart is racing ,
There is no patience with in you,
6AM The Sun Greets You,
Hello kind Fellow,
With a bright shine and a glow,
Thinking all is well and fine,
But he doesn't know,
Dark clouds are manifesting in your mind,
You've already spoiled your own day,
Because yesterday the one you let get away,
Stayed away , She doesn't want to stay,
And its all your fault , for chiming in at the wrong cue,
She was not ready for you,
The "Man" Before hurt her something fierce,
To recover it would take beyond years,
I'm talking Eons, After that calamity,
But you rushed, So another one bites the dust,
Just your luck , She is inside and out BEAUTIFUL
....but a mess,
And you can no longer Feel Truly Happy
Because you realized you fell in love with A Gorgeous Tragedy
Something that should have been said
When you are a poet
you don't place yourself on a pedestal
don't spit venomous hate
think fellow writers are dismal.

When you are a poet
you don't feel a superiority
fellow writers you gleefully berate
make yourself perversely witty.

When you are a poet
your heart is a little more wide
you don't fume and fret
readers are not on your side.

If you are a poet
you know better than to be arrogantly vain
don't carry ego's sinful weight
but let your art pour through your pen.
 May 2015 Sean Harbor
Cold-Bones
Never let me in.
I'm the curse that will end you.
If you let me have my way, I will tear you apart.
My failures will cast impending  darkness
Into that little heart you wear on your sleeve.
My venomous words will tear you limb from limb.
Its a cycle.
Over and over.
My psychological problems that you blindly keep falling for.
Its a cycle.
Over and over.
In this cold November night
I’m even right now looking for
the  slinky warmth of your frail body
between the white sheets.

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