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W hisper your sweet nothings in my ear
H old me ever close and never let me go
I n your every kiss, I melt so completely
S oft and tender, your lips taste so sweet
P assions flames, burn in us eternally
E venings when the moons out and full
R oses and wine, a picnic basket for two

O h my precious love, I'm glad your mine
F or you're the man I always prayed for

L ove and laughter ours, to have and hold
O h what a true blessing you've been
V elvet soft kisses as passions fuel fires
E ternailly with our souls, love whispers
I walk on broken glass
Barefoot and white dazed
Jagged shards dig my skin
Life is all hazed

I walk on silent streets
Fog filled and long sorrow
Chills curl my blood
Sickness is to follow

I walk on fearful dreams
Closed eyes and scare
Head buried in pillow
Weakness is my faire

I walk in worn out shoes
Bruised and battered story
Step inside my mind
Alone is my glory
Don't judge me if you haven't walked in my shoes
 Mar 2015 Brookyln Weston
Erin
Inhale. Exhale.

Whether you're at your high
Or low
Just promise me to please,
Inhale. Exhale

When life is too much to bare,
And you want to end it all
Just please
Inhale. Exhale*

When you're lost and alone,
With no where to go,
*Inhale. Exhale.
I own a library of thoughts in my eyes
     With your eyes alone.
There is no other way to know you,
But to compile and compress it deep
     Within my heart,
To flourish inwardly, to perish,
And to strive for
The academic excellence of greater love
And be the scholarly fool
     Of your divine complexities.

What can I say? I love your Astronomies,
Philosophies and Geographies. I love you
To the fact, to the fiction and back,
To the histories and the mysteries.
I can't unstudy your laughter.
     I am ignorant to your full allure.

Love, I only love you, your pretty eyes,
Because they close and reopen,
     Capture and imagine,
They wander and they wonder,
     And such is the way of life.*

© 2015 J.S.P.
Draft.
All the stars as one in unison
Make up the galaxy we're in,
Floating around a white celestial
Being on this planetary ship.
We'll wind up in the "path of Gods,"
A self-made volunteer appears with an
"Informative" plan to share "love's book,"
To speak of "things we'll find on this journey,"
No future planned stone can be pre-overlooked.

And in the skies float the particles
That started out light years away
Have finally made their touchdown,
Leaving the express universal highway
A rocky chunk of history found it's way to town.

A story that is so ancient, so in tune with time,
That it even has developed a star-struck
Lightning fire in the backyard of galactic life,
And what sprouted from the ashy rubble is us,
Eyes hands and feet and all to experience,
To explore the many creations of natural love.
My express views aren't against Christianity itself, I merely believe that the speaking of what the actual origin of all life is and how it started has not yet been established for simple men to explain, that ignorance and traditionalism go hand in hand, and that there is no crime in simply seeking the truth in many different places.

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