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carpediem Sep 11
My heart sang tunes of joy,
my love bloomed like roses in the springtime.

What I felt was lake Constance near the Alps.
Constant and immense.

Your song was sorrowful,
you were a sharp icy winter, piercing and cruel.

What you sent my way was an avalanche;
my feelings - crushed.
carpediem Jun 2014
I'm the catastrophe that grew from your roots of chaos.
carpediem Mar 2014
Your smile was one of warmth;
Yet your weapons were your words;
It made me wonder...
If your best trait and your worst flaw
Were disguised as the same thing after all?
carpediem Sep 10
The alarm blares, its seven in the morning exact.

Her mind is bare and her memories can not extract
the happenings of the days that hurriedly passes,
burdens on her back, stranded, sigh; “surely the grass is
greener on the other side... it has to be! As this,
is no way to live, seemingly stuck in the abyss.”

Stiffening day to day regularities; mundane.

Everyday the same - soul crushing, she’s turning insane.

No change. Nothing to remember, a routine ingrained,
by her brain. Life cycle? The cycle through life remained
on the same routes without fail, no twists or turns in sight.

10 pm - night, wishful thinking she holds onto tight,
yearning for the twist of fate her days have greatly lacked.

The alarm blares, its seven in the morning exact.
- tried to keep it around thirteen syllables per line
carpediem Mar 2014
Oh, eye contact;
What a strange yet lovely game.
It's how I met you, before knowing your name.
It's how we spoke, without using our voices
A whole conversation, needing no noises
And some say;
Eyes are the windows leading to the soul
If so;
Yours are the most beautiful that I've yet to know.

— The End —