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hold me gently
tell me your lies and smile
and me so naïve
but ready for it
you are the ocean waves
my midnight dreams
my depressed thoughts
a shade of blue
out of all the various hues
you are my lovers eyes
the calm night sky
you are my love letters
and heartbreaking tears
my inspiration to be who I am
and you are only but a color
a shade of blue
out of a thousand other colors
to choose
and yet over and over
i chose you
my sweet cerulean blue
you are the ocean waves
my midnight dreams
my depressed thoughts
a shade of blue
out of all the various hues
you are my lovers eyes
the calm night sky
you are my love letters
and heartbreaking tears
my inspiration to be who I am
and you are only but a color
a shade of blue
out of a thousand other colors
to choose
and yet over and over
i chose you
my sweet cerulean blue

we were two broken souls
intertwined together
lost then found
found then lost
      again
 
we were two individuals
who believed the
four letter word
                                                                     LOVE
could save us
 
and time again
i wonder what if it had?
somehow rescued us
would we be different
in any way?
or would we still be the
the fragile and unloved
people we used to be?
 
time and time again
i question if what we had
was more than just lust
and actually something
more complex
and difficult
for others to comprehend
 
this is the theory of you and me
the two lost souls
that fooled around
with the concept of love
 
time and time again
i think about you
about what we could’ve had
but never will
 
that is my theory of us
all I want
is to be loved
to be understood
to be wanted
by someone
to have a person
love me for me
who won't try
to control me
maybe that's
asking too
much
because I've never
had that from
anyone before
#heartbroken and confused
one day
his lips
will stain
I love you
all over
my thighs
creating a map
of new territory
just discovered
that was
once uncharted
These are the poems
I carry with me
I keep them tucked away
From watchful eyes
And curious minds
They pour out from the heart
And spill onto the page
I haven’t been able
To keep them contained
And the poems I carry
Are the ones I have carried
And always will
Until the moment in which
All has rested
All is pure
And all has been forgotten
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