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Nov 2014 · 667
Sleeping
Brooke Dunsmore Nov 2014
i walk toward the bed
wishing him a peaceful night's sleep
knowing he doesn't comprehend a word i've said
for he's fallen way too deep
sad
Nov 2014 · 783
Yellow Brick Road
Brooke Dunsmore Nov 2014
missing what i once had
feeling a vicious, bitter-cold breeze instead
when my beating heart grew mad
ripping itself out, laughing-dying-as it bled

sometimes i press a shell to my ear
and listen to the echo
over time i've shed more than one tear
traveling down the yellow-brick road i go
Nov 2014 · 395
What Do I Do Then?
Brooke Dunsmore Nov 2014
i'm high and you're fresh in my mind
when i stand out in the rain, i close my eyes
and pretend that the feeling of raindrops on my skin
are your kisses
so when the rain ceases what do i do then?
Nov 2014 · 734
Kiss Me
Brooke Dunsmore Nov 2014
your eyes, your lips
the gentle way you kiss my fingertips
and press yourself against my hips
i ache for one more kiss
Nov 2014 · 369
Silver Sips
Brooke Dunsmore Nov 2014
you can touch a flower
and i watch it bloom
look into my eyes
and turn a crowd into an empty room

closing my eyes
i feel your soft breathing on my lips
your soft, hot skin under my exploring fingertips
you consume my soul with seductive, sweet, silver sips
melting my frozen heart, i can feel it drip-drip
Nov 2014 · 1.0k
Innocent Sweetness
Brooke Dunsmore Nov 2014
i like how you look at me.
not with hunger, but with adoration.
we pretend that we can't see,
and neither of us give an invitation.

so we joke and hug;
neither giving a sign of weakness.
being friends; we're warm and snug
with innocent sweetness.
Nov 2014 · 566
Holding Back
Brooke Dunsmore Nov 2014
holding back what i'm strong enough to
still a little seeps out when i exhale
it's hard enough to say that i love you
by the time i can admit it, i hope your feelings haven't grown stale

my skin is so pale
where your hands have not touched
your fingers leaving a light-red trail
i blush; for you it doesn't take much

around my heart your hand does clutch
you travel in circles in my mind
you're struggling with this problem as much as i
do you love me? oh, if mercy could be so kind.
love
Oct 2014 · 221
To Him
Brooke Dunsmore Oct 2014
i feel you so close at night
still feel your arms so tight
your breathing light
my cheeks glowing so bright

your skin is soft
your kisses softer
crying silently, inhaling so fast i coughed
how do you not feel like a monster?

laying in the same spot
when morning comes around
my insides are in a knot
still i can't make a sound
Brooke Dunsmore Oct 2014
no longer do i look into anyone's eyes
they all hunger to be followed
like lights to flies
lies- they all thirst to be swallowed
i end with just my sorrow

i won't look for love tomorrow
nor did i yesterday
i only awake to wish to dream away
but my dreams are a dark place, too
my sweetest dreams are haunted by the presence of you
Oct 2014 · 267
And I Am Not Me
Brooke Dunsmore Oct 2014
So I leaned against the wilting tree
and I occurred to me
that this is not a tree
and I am not me

the tree was rotted on the inside
it cracked and crumbled
so did I, and besides,
we both collapsed and tumbled

the tree became dirt
and i'm stiff and cold in my sweatshirt
I'm much more comfortable, death requires less effort
I've been preparing myself for this decomposition, this does not hurt
Oct 2014 · 400
Nocturnal
Brooke Dunsmore Oct 2014
my eyes are nocturnal
they see my darkest fears
my paranoia is eternal
when i cry, everyone sees my tears

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