I heard of a woman once, who spin you a tale as old as time, of everything you'd ever wanted to hear
of the great loves you'd endure, of the soulmate you'd find
the journeys you'd embark on
she'd tell this tale with such a passion, an intensity, a fire you'd get lost in each line, hang on each word and pray it never end
and then this woman would stop, her fire would begin to flicker and fade
smiling, with a coy look in her eye she'd present you with the most seductive of offers, for ten dollars she'd tell you the truth and for twenty she'd continue the lie
she'd wait a moment while peering through your eyes, watching you decide, knowing all to well the battle raging within and then she'd turn, her brown locks swaying behind her, choosing your answer for you
tempting you with dreams, teasing you with reassurance, and leaving you without either she grants you the greatest of gifts, something to hold on to
Hope

I accepted a dance with the devil and he took the lead, creating a fatal romance to a seductive beat
One small drink
Cha cha cha
Just a few pills
One, two, three
And dip
My neckline plunged and I begged for more
His eyes lit up with delight
Razor blades and blood became our midnight sky

Free me of myself, you beast
You claim to know the code of my soul
A shady offer, cheap date, and an instantly lowered self respect

I want to wash them away; your words
They cover me, come to me, creating unrest in my once certain soul
In these moments of nonphysical ****
I hate you.

My heart leaned into listen as your eyes began to speak
Your low warm voice softly kissed my ears,
Setting my cheeks afire, a cherry glow
This is new, but the idea of us seems written in the stars, stamped for eternity

Your breath on the nape of my neck wraps me in you, a captive of your charm
Hearts beating, thoughts float with ease from me to you
     I’ve known you for always, written in my soul was a role for you, it seemed we confirm the stars and plunge into a lifelong pact of love
Vulnerable moments, countless memories
The stars fate seems fatally miscalculated
What we had was love, what we hold is hope, what we forced ruined both
     You wanted to work, repair the permanent damage I’d created
But there’s a truth inside that whispers our confirmed stars were a lie, or at least that’s what our human touch has turned them into
She’s not my love because she’s not you but we can’t go back; we’ve meant to much already, a lifetime of commitment in half the time
The boys will be alright
Someday they’ll gaze into their own stars and learn a little to late the precise art of love and fate
How the heart is good for one big shot, but even the brightest, strongest, truest of stars burn out
The speed of light isn’t fast enough to prevent the mess we’ll make
Love is real, but lust is more intoxicating
Don’t worry for the time ticking out on this omniscient statement it spans past all time: love is alive only after we die

Beware, it’s the solitary girl
       The stranger remark how odd a creature
How odd she is
                               Alone she walks, she eats, she sits, she reads
                                        
                  ­                       Beware,
                                                   It’s the solitary girl

Nothing in this life is left well enough alone and soon the rumors spin form the silver spoons; drugs, prostitution, no home, no hope
      Whispers quicken, ‘ don’t let your children near the solitary girl
                                 She relies on herself, **** dangerous girl
She holds her head high, never anyone at her side; poor solitary girl

What heartbreaks befall a person to turn them to be a solitary soul’ oh poor solitary girl
         But she smiles and turns to the nosey eyes and announces to their trained airdropping ears

‘BEWARE! The solitary girl. I see the world as you distracted can’t, I appreciate the love your words spoils, I hear the bodies speak of all your scandals, beware of the solitary girl, I see the quiet unrewarded deeds and the secret affairs because the solitary girl - she IS an observer, of the world, keeper of our secrets, threat to your appearances, indeed, beware of the solitary girl.

I’m a verbal *******,
       It only costs a moment of your time, and guaranteed disease free
Seems my price is too high, no one’s got the time, and I’m going broke.

I’m a believer in group ******* of the spoken persuasion, giving each other pleasure by word choice
     It’s an odd love in a time of finger-keyboard romances
The writers
      Poets
           Artists
They’ve gone out without a proper blaze of glory, no Tommy gun goodbye
They’ve faded, filtered out like literacy being alarmingly replaced by technological shorthand

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