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i needed to get
home
i needed to say
goodbye
her body
no longer with
her mind

i took a red eye
back home
to say
goodbye
So selfish
No one but me
and you
I've lost it, I've lost it
find me again
hold me close
don't let me go
it's been so long
and my feelings are waning
but i love you, i love you
can't we repeat the past?
Gatsby's green light is glowing
in my eyes
i want you to want me
the way you did
and i want to want you
the way i did
when the green light
was still bright
when every second meant us
and every truth meant love
Contrast of colors
Ever changing morning
To afternoon
Azure and alive
Cerulean and so
simple
Whipping wind
resists my skin,
my body,
it tries to get past me,
quickly, quickly
tries to hold my hand,
says
"Get up and play with me."
the sun smiles
sadly
she says "I am here
but you cannot feel me
the wind is stealing
my song."
i do not mind
so much
the wind is free
and running
much like i want to be
to yearn for my darling
is to be free of everyday turmoil
the wanting, waiting, wondering
becomes much more meaningful
than the endless abhorrence
of everyday life
my loathing becomes directed
towards the miles between us
as if we are two pieces
of a long forgotten puzzle
scattered on separate sides
of the surface
attempting to piece ourselves together
falling to the floor
with only the slightest whisper
in order to gain just one more inch
of closeness.
but puzzle pieces disconnected
are empty of meaning
and are doomed to be lost
under tables and cushioned chairs
 Mar 2013 Cadence Musick
Jeanette
He sneaks into my bed,
his tiny hands and feet are cold,
always.

He tangles himself in my limbs,
makes traps,
so he'll know if I try to leave his side.

I am swing set,
a slide set,
my head is a drum,
my hairs are guitar strings.
I never look put together like I used to;
there are tiny stains on all my shirts.

In my purse you will find lipstick,
a tube of jet black mascara...

and a tiny Hotwheels firetruck.

I remember how things used to be simple,
I remember how I used to move,
unencumbered,
alone.

I love him every day more
than the day prior.
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i loved a girl
with broken eyes
deep, sad
you could drown in them
and so i did
gasping for breath
as she pulled me under

i loved a girl
with too many scars
reminders of battles i could not help her win
with every tracing by my fingers
i wished to erase
any and all of her pain

i loved a girl
from a broken home
yelling parents
alcohol consumed
i tried to be an island
a steady rock
an alternative to the misery of her house

i loved a girl
and gave her my all
so it killed me harder
to watcher her fall
into this pit of sadness and addiction
and as i sit here in pain, wishing i could have saved her
i wondered if loving anyone
was worth it
 Mar 2013 Cadence Musick
marina
it's spring again(,) and again
i'm the only thing that's
                                     dying
(this       how    
         is              i
                                 feel-

like
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             a  p a r t)
                l                  
                  l
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                      n
                        ­g
sorry for the angst.  &what; a coincidence- it's the first day of spring.  i didn't even know until after i posted.
dark hair dark eyes
pale skin, red lipstick
cast a spell upon me
slave to desire, victim of passion
i am yours to command
for at first glance you had my body
and at second you had my soul

one can't begin to imagine
the haunted feeling i had
when you said no, turned
walked away
never giving me a chance
giving us a chance
leaving the opportunity of a lifetime on the table

nothing beats the pain
that a missed opportunity leaves
because you will never know
if maybe, things would've been glorious
a perfect ending
to the perfect beginning
but one can never find out
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