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with no hope for a blink of relief,
you are wandering smoke in my eyes that sting
you fill my head with buzzing bees
and attack my lungs with tar unseen

your honey coated throat sings of suicide
unbeknownst to you how many times I've cried
for all you see is the bad in things
it's killing you, no matter how slowly

do you remember that violent storm
when my blood kept your skin warm?
all I do is miss the rain,
why can't winter come and stay?

despite these things I see in you a light
can't open your eyes, try though I might
imagined emptiness engulfs your brain
will you ever be mine again?
iiiimmmm sssaaaadddd :^(
do your fingers try to get me high?
touches like heroine as you pull up my skirt
I know the bruises aren't meant to hurt
at the end of our affair, at the end of the night
all I have are imprints of your teeth on my thigh
how much energy I can continue to exert
with feelings in such disconcert?
if only you also wished to be mine...
this is the beginning of a sonnet
a lit cigarette with hope wearing thin,
for awhile I can keep my own ember alive;
if for too long you forget to breathe me in,
I will quiet, and meekly meet my demise.
for years I have felt of stone
pale, grey-veined marble untouched by bare hands
separated by barriers tangible and otherwise

my skin was lusting for the heat of humanity
I missed you the way a stillborn misses the intake of breath
until the day you invited me into your bed and
took a chisel to my heart and head

these cracks run deep

you can be found in the magma below my belly button
the pure pumice coming from between my lips
I may have jagged ridges with the power to cut
because I am viscous yet

may you dance through these fractures like water and soften my edges
I think I might be falling in love

(((virgo marmoreal: a girl made of marble)))
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*Once, I was a hard sand stone
Neither had I made a tune nor a tone
I had broken after a strong shock wave
From a waterfall, I had fallen into a pothole but could not settle

After I was moving with a long stream as a rolling stone
Now I have no edge but only passing a phase
A few days ago, I discovered myself as a grain of sand
And day by day, I have been drowning beneath the ocean

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@ Musfiq us shaleheen
Reply to the dearest Poet Joe Cole's this week challenge:
this poem is based on life how it has become changed in course of time like a rolling stone to a grain.

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(Joe Cole's Challenge)

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