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822 · Sep 2016
Too Far
Grin to squint on Sol's own cozy splendor,
Woe to know thee shan't embrace her.
I have a gay friend who I love very much, but I'm not gay, so I can't be romantic with him, despite my desire to. So I wrote a poem about appreciation. About sipping life in, no matter how thirsty.
522 · Aug 2016
She Who Shuns
Lovely's she,
Who shuns the shrewd pursuer.

Whose heart's unbreached,
By he who heaves in reaching.

And I am cursed,
Of this of coarse,
That my heart laments to leave her.

For this I must,
Commit because,
She shuns the shrewd pursuer.
Originally just,

"Lovey's she,
Whose heart's unbreached,
By he who heaves in reaching.

And I am cursed,
Of this of coarse,
That my heart laments to leave her."
302 · Aug 2016
Moon
The moon’s an icy iron that them who long that stars were dreams and dreams were things hold gently to their hearts.
Luna lights the raging hunger of my heart,
For heat of day to stay away,
From cremating my art.

— The End —