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Ciske Jan 2015
I tasted a hint
of champagne
in your kisses,
as the clock
struck midnight,

as you carried
me into
the new year.
Ciske Jan 2015
Wondering how
you can fall in love,
with a stranger.

Head over heels,
butterflies,
and love
at first sight.

The problem
with falling in love
with a stranger,

they don't feel the same.
To them you
are just
a stranger,
a random person
they met one day
in december.

Falling into
one sided love,
with a stanger.
Ciske Dec 2014
I caught you staring
at me,
you looked away,
and pulled
your sly
little smile.

I've been warned,
from the very first day,
to stay away.

But like our first
impression,
you're hard to forget.

You caught me staring
at you,
and i didn't look away.

You have my attention,
a forbidden engagement.
Why do we like the baddest people?
Ciske Dec 2014
He sat there
on the edge of my bed,
playing with the strings
on his guitar,
stringing me along.

Pulling me closer
with his voice,
beautifully bruised,
carrying me in.

The moonlight complementing
his every note,
every inch of him.

Buried diep.
Lost within a fantasy.
Lost in this room
with a melody,
and a voice
so addictive.

He sat there,
smoke and moonlight,
playing his guitar.
He caught my attention with his scruffy, beautiful voice and his fingers, making magic with a guitar.
Ciske Dec 2014
Every princess
needs a rebellious
prince charming.
Ciske Nov 2014
I disliked you
the moment i met you.
I grew to hate you.
I grew to like you.
I grew to love you.

I hate how you
forced me
to listen
to your loud
metal inspiration
and your ****** rappers.

But i love how
you sang
loudly in your car
for the world to hear.

I said that you were crazy,
you laughed
and said
who cares.

I hate how
you complimented
every single girl
with me,
but me.

But i love how
you looked like
a little,
innocent,
happy kid
when you laughed.

But i love how
you enjoyed
the brownies
that i baked you
and that thankful
look in your eyes.
Ciske Nov 2014
All of these city lights
seem pointless to me.

They brighten
the roads we walk on,
drive on,
die on,
but not
our lives.

Home is where
the heart is,
my heart isn't here.
i wrote this on a drive from the airport to my house. I miss the ocean.
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