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 Jan 2015 cherry rose
Ocean Blue
You have done everything
For me to hate you.
But, Darling,
You can read in my ink
That I am unable to
Hate anybody,
Especially you.
This is how God has made me :
Just to love you
Endlessly.*

<3
How would I hate such a loving person anyway?
 Jan 2015 cherry rose
Ocean Blue
... My eyes,
To mirror your sighs,
I will give you my smile,
To dance with your smile,
I will give you my hands,
For you to paint the beauty
Of the fertile lands
In the hills of Tuscany.
I will give you my open arms
To surround your shoulders,
When you feel cold during the winters.
I will give you my soft kisses
To dry up your tears
On your pale cheeks
So I can chase your fears.
I will give you my memory,
For you to remember
Our forgotten kisses, if any.
I will tell you some of my secrets,
Even the ones from the Pool,
In case you show interest,
And there you would think I'm a fool.
And of course I will give you
My Ocean Blue,
For you to dive into.
But I will never give you
Anything that can hurt you.
Somehow,
You need to know
That I can only give all this
When you come back from the abyss
To which you've decided to depart,
Leaving me alone to dream of you,
With art.
Her soft lips merge into mine
My fingers weave through her golden hair
Then I awaken from slumber
I'm walking home
One foot at a time
2 years have come and gone
I never thought I would go back
I left them in pain
Said I would be something great
I would be famous
I failed though
How will they react
I should just turn around
But I have nowhere to go
I'm scared
There is a key under the mat
But I'm just walking home
I'm fine
Slips off my tongue
A simple lie
But it suffocates me
I smile
It's painted across my face
It hurts me
I don't let it show
I'm fine
That's all you know
 Jan 2015 cherry rose
cwhite
Dream
 Jan 2015 cherry rose
cwhite
A loner and a person who dreams.

Dreams of far away places  and it's beauty in her mind.

And the dreams become visual when she closes her eyes.

Places that are so beautiful, one can only imagine of such a place.

For many; places so exstradenary  actually do exists.
For me ? They only exists in my dreams.
 Jan 2015 cherry rose
Poetic T
There songs of silence,
enthral eyes with their words,
                                    Their  beauty sings,
And your eyes do shed a tear
for it is the song unique
                                     to each flutter,
to each sight that you behold.

The butterfly does speak to you,
but only your eyes can hear
                            the words of the song.
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