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 Feb 2015
Carolin
Repair my wings. Fix them
up for me with your magical
strings. I'll carry you with me
over endless streams. Into
your dreams ill fly. Paint them
black for me. Splash them
with different shades of grey
if you don't mind. I want them
darker than the night's sky. I
want them to be seen in the
daylight. I want them in shades
that'll make us high. I want my
wings to fly to you on days like
these where your out of reach.
On days where im alone and
far away from home. In thunderstorms they'll spread
to protect you. In rain they'll
spread to shelter you better
than any umbrella would do.
In the cold they'll wrap you up
to keep you warm from winter's
cold breeze so you don't freeze.
Now would you kiss me and
repair my wings* ~
 Feb 2015
Carolin
The sweat on his hands
makes her feel as if she's
standing in front of the ocean
with her toes curled in the
golden sand. She traced the
marks on his skin and found
the map that lead to his heart as
she started tracing them from his
back till she reached the front of
his chest. Truth be told the marks
looked like fine art. The green in
his eyes reminds her of forests
and gardens bursting in to life.
Daffodils and dandelions is what
she thinks of when she sees him
smile. She hears the beating
of his heart from thousands of
miles and when distance splits
them apart. Two souls collapsed
into one is how they describe themselves.
Two mouths and one love is how
they describe the way they kiss. The
vibes he creates are how she measures
fun. Her world spun the minute
he said "You and I were designed
for each other. Destiny and fate
have planned for us to become
one". No man on earth can
stop the love that has begun.
No man can deny that he and
she have become one. The feelings
they share have been officially
written down by the angels up
high in the blue skies above* ~
 Feb 2015
Carolin
As I close my eyes my mind
takes me to you. Not only by
flesh but by heart and soul. As
I close my eyes I feel your love
coursing through my blood. As
I close my eyes I replay the way
your hands caress my thighs by
surprise and how you manage to
take my breath away during the
night and day.  As I close my eyes
I feel you breathe the words of love
down my neck and spine. I feel you
writing them on every inch of my skin
with your fingertips and tongue.  I close
my eyes and I see you take off your
disguise causing the heat in my body  
to rise* ~
 Feb 2015
Jennifer Weiss
Next to peers I don't fit in
We may share an age,
but I can't hide the years I have on them within.

eternally awkward
Trying to bridge the gap
between my soul and sin.

I think I've got it,
Then I lose again.
Time after time
Wishing the life I wanted would begin.
Wasting time and feeling,
I'll never see the end.
 Feb 2015
Jennifer Weiss
Why is it that I write poetry?
Is it because of the self-torture in me?
Tell me, what is it you see when you read?
A light inside,
or a destructive me?
Have I wallowed so long in these allegories?
Or discovered the truth in a depressing sea?
Reveal-NOW
the truth to me?
Be I a gifted poetess,
or a pathetic sheep?

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