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mk Aug 2016
I.
back when i was fresh
as the sweet summer air
love was the boy next door
who'd cycle round and round
in the park which my window overlooked

II.
when the chilled leaves blew through
the open front door that autumn
love was the boy with big glasses
and open books from which he'd read to me
while we sat on the wooden swing on my porch

III.
bitter winds and chattering cold
winter brought with is an ache in my bones
love was now the boy a dying heart
he ****** at me to keep him warm
while the snowflakes kissed my blue lips

IV.
but, oh! when those flowers bloomed
and the breeze of spring smelt of second chances
love walked in with a mind full of stars
and a twinkle in his eye
we spent the night exploring the galaxies

V.
the sun peeked out this year
after a year long sleep, to warm my day
this summer, he looked at me and my spring love
& smiled- because this time, *love was here to stay.
love takes a million different forms when you're growing up; and after the long journey, finding the right person is sweeter than any field of honeysuckles
  Aug 2016 mk
ray
is it possible to miss the potential?
to yearn for what never was,
the possibility;
what seemed to be coincidental?
the passing by of two minds, two souls,
intertwined,
or a skew by my perception;
hope overlaying my scribbled fragment of you,
what you could be,
what you may be, underlying a connection.
by constellation you were made,
shaped by stars,
away from vein;
coated, in folk music and denim
leaving me to wonder,
what caramelized your eyes
to brown & delicate thunder
deep, soft soil; richest out from under.
  Aug 2016 mk
N
Your tiny hiccups break
the silence of a room full
of mechanical people with their
perfectly rehearsed
Cheshire Cat grins
and
I move like a marionette puppet
that had too much coffee
except
this interruption in my system
is caused by the
electricity
that surged through
my stomach
when we locked eyes
so now I feel
sick
but in an oddly pleasant way
I'm sure
Tesla would have been so
ecstatic
about our spark
mk Aug 2016
-
you handed me a bunch of thorns;
and blamed me for not thanking you for the *"roses".
-wrote this over 6 months ago.
matter of perspective.
  Aug 2016 mk
curlygirl
"i'm used to being someone's almost,"
he confessed to the hollow of her neck.
"well now you can be my always,"
she whispered back.
mk Aug 2016
i sunk my toes in the sand
and carved your name in the sea
i looked up at the sky
& hoped i'd find you looking back at me
written in april, enacted in august
-dreams do come true
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