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There is  a winding road that passes  by my lips
and runs across my skin.  
When I cry it crosses  the music  of my face
‘til my heart sings again.

A long time ago, I could not understand,
how to have the will  
to let things go.
Now I’ve learned to let that winding road
display what I did not know.

Sometimes I yearned to growl  and taste  the pain
of  the  tear’s of  another heart.
I forgot  to take a place  inside their skin ,
feel the truth of their hurt.

There is a winding road that passes by my lips  
and runs across my skin.
It  reminds me  to see  what lies underneath ,
the broken wing of a friend.
Copyright @2013 - Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
I am suspended in a time that is lost
in the laughter
flowing from my lips.
And no one ever told me,
there is no way out of this.

I am past recognizing solid ground
and burning
from the memories I keep.  
Still, my Muse sings a lullaby
while my destiny weeps.

Paper flowers litter the floorboard
of my heart
and go up in smoke inside my head.
I can't control
a single breath ahead.

My thoughts choose to stay inside the ink
where there's no risk
of living outside this time.  
I can feel dust gathering...
on my rhymes.
Copyright @2013 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
 Jan 2013 Elouise Roux
Nicole
Cursed
 Jan 2013 Elouise Roux
Nicole
I see it in his eyes,
I can hear it in his voice;
He loves me.
And it hurts.. how much I wish I had the choice
To love him that way too.
 Jan 2013 Elouise Roux
Nicole
She can be my Juliet, her heart is my prize.
Save me from myself but lead to my demise.
Ill be her Romeo, more or less I suppose.
Ill die for her, if that's the way that it goes.
Our love is forbidden, shunned by our surrounding persons.
But without my girl, the pain only worsens.
So ill take a stab, straight into my beating heart
If it means, in the end, we never see need to part.
A bit cliche but a sort of modern twist to the classic story. The surrounding persons represent society and the end stands more for the fact that if I can do something to save the one I love, I'll take the hit. Because if she's safe I know there's still at least some piece of my heart left.
 Jan 2013 Elouise Roux
Nicole
This is it
I'm done
Over you once and for all.
I'm letting it go
For now and forever.
Closure is nonexistent
Only makes me want you more
But I'm done
It's over
I'm done thinking about you
One way or another
I'm forgetting you.
No matter what it takes.
I'm going to get better.
Even if that means getting worse first.
Maybe it isn't much of a poem but it's important because it's a promise to myself and it's letting go. As little as it may seem it felt amazing. I'm clearing my mind and truly letting go.
I had a dream last night
                                          




            ­                                                    I lost you

You ended us


                                                          Al­l I know is I broke

Knowing there could never be

                                                           Another you and me

I couldn't  do anything

                                              To escape from the nightmare

Except wake up

                               Because I can't even live in dreams


If I don't have you.
Your kiss
Heals all wounds
It swallows my tears
And captures my attention

In your arms
I'm desperate
To have you as close I can
Because each moment wrapped in you I feel safe

A touch
Your touch
Like sweet hummingbirds
In slow motion and with each flutter
Of their wings your amazed
Breathless from its pure beauty
Shocked by how much joy can
Come from something like this

Wrapped
And surrounded
By the love and attention
You give and that I should be grateful for
The love
The sweetness of your hugs
And kisses and even your touch
That I am grateful for
It all takes me
and in there
In that pit of perfection
I find my love for you.
Don't think the end makes sense
 Nov 2012 Elouise Roux
Katherine
Your staircase kisses
Changed me
and I felt
real again

I love the way you speak
The way I can't hear my own thoughts
I'm lost
in the flow of consonants
constant
fluttering of
my heart
when you're around

Slow paced
race we're in
isn't it
I don't even know
if I'm winning
or if I want to

Soft lips
Linger
in a drunken state
I wait
for this to
unravel
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