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donna valenz Jun 2015
"Se what you did"
I broke a heart again
I smashed my fist into a window
Blood dripping  and running off my elbow
See what I did
I destroyed something perfect
An ugly pretender
I cracked your mirror
I stained your white walls
I tainted the silver
I painted the bathroom stalls
donna valenz Jun 2015
Call me  
I'm here
At your doorstep
Waiting for this
I'll stay here
Until your ready
I already told you
I don't mind
"Go home!"
It's alright
"I hate to see you in the damp rain, waiting for me to come around"
I have these dreams to think about
It's ok ,
You take your time
donna valenz May 2015
Instant memory connection
When I heard your voice
Familiar and without inspection
Our words seemed to float
In passion in its sweet disguise
Was it sincere or was it lies
Who can tell
The heart is blind
But still I continue to confide
In you, strange caller
Every night
Hoping you will recognize
The passions you ignite
Infatuated
donna valenz Apr 2015
Eyes lit with  passion
Glow pure, human fire
Innocent and dangerous
Like the passions they inspire
When two eyes meet
Exchange curiosity and desire
Culminates in ethereal flame
Or dies in the pyre
donna valenz Apr 2015
imagen
a world beyond our own
a place that dreamers call home
free from reason and race
just strange, ethereal space
where the stars always shine
and they build a shrine
where we lay down
  and make love to a song
and its soft and violent,
like rapture,
like life,
there I know nothing can ever go wrong
donna valenz Apr 2015
We want the world
Like song
Like speech
A glimmering jewl far from our reach
The dreamers sing
The lovers kiss
The madmen ****** innocents
But we all ache for the universe
We occupy ourselves to forget
That love is a lie
And that all angels cry
For pain
And dark
And death
donna valenz Jan 2015
she looks tired
and serene
like the angel of death has kissed her
****** the life from her crimson lips
the princess has fallen ill
lovesick and torn
the world and its evil
has taken a toll
on her tear stained cheaks
are the scars of the worlds dried up rivers
the salt embeded in her skin
from forgotten oceans
even on the brink of death
her innocence rings clear
like traces life after a storm
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