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my eyes are cups:
i raise them up
so tears don't spill
(1/3)
"....replays
                ......what the heart can't delete."
You hated yourself
Before anyone hated you.
And you hated them, they don't understand you.
And you bled trough your eyes
Before anyone saw you.
The F-Line,
Made a Bee-Line,
For my behind,
And the moment,
It hit my spine,
Was the moment,
I was kind of,
Fearful,
That I would die,
And not live,
To tell the tale,
And not give
Another fable,
Ever again,
Whether poem or book,
Because the F-Line,
Made a Bee-Line,
And my life,
It took.
find your hand in the mist
chasing shadows bleeding into night

strawberry juice coating the throat
kisses are like a sunrise

if this is drunk then let me keep drinking
the sight of you

the bubbles rising to the surface
like some newly-discovered champagne
Written: July 2019.
Explanation: A short, simple poem written in my own time. Feedback welcome. A link to my Facebook writing page can be found on my HP home page.
I'm me
You're you
We're all different
It doesn't matter
We love
We hate
We're human
"Our emotions, the negatives and the positives, make us human. Our mistakes and our sins and our weaknesses make us human."
It’s raining,
And I wish you were here.
Because, and I know it’s cliché,
But I’m falling a lot harder
Than this rain, and dear,
It’s torrential here.
But these sheets of rain
Remind me of the sheets we share,
And I’d just as quickly
Wrap myself up in them
If I thought you were in there, too.
It’s 101° there.
But here it’s raining.
And I miss you.
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