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  May 2014 Faith
Mike Hauser
Let's take these pins and needles

That we're always sitting on

And sew up this relationship

Before it goes completely wrong

Piecing it all together

These used lives, tattered and torn

We'll make a quilt from wanting hearts

Into something beautiful
Faith May 2014
I looked up at you
with bright eyes
and red lips.

I worshiped you
with open arms
and a vast imagination.

I gave you all of me
with hopes to
get something in return.

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Faith May 2014
Arms crossed
like the hopes to die
on my heart.

Head bowed like the empty prayers
I've made for eternity.

Hands on the hair.
Feet on the ground.
Arms crossed.
Head bowed.

Hands in my hair.
Feet around his waist.
Arms grasping for
the bowed head.

Promises sent out
to broken paper shredders.
Faith May 2014
"NO,"
is stained onto my skin forever.
Pulsating blood
leaks onto
secret pages.
Tears fall
slowly onto
a new shoulder.
Different hands are held into
each sunrise,
and the heart turns colder
after each new beat is
shown to her.
Bodies are being displayed to
blind eyes and
deaf ears.
New words
are brought to her had
with each breath she draws.
Faith May 2014
A glitch found its way into my life;
a single flaw has been made.
But singles turn into doubles,
home runs are made,
and soon... it's formed a new.

Beautifully crafted hands
want to wrap around a slender neck.
Begging you to give in to me
in the hollows of my dreams.

A breath given out to the world
in hopes for someone to smell the cherries
on her breath,
or breaking in her new lace.
Glitches can't be taken away.
Faith May 2014
Don't ever wait up for me,
because I'll probably leave you.
That doesn't mean to leave me,
because I'll gladly wait up for you.

Sometimes I get really sad,
because I miss the presence of your skin on mine.
Faith May 2014
A small smile
plays a beautiful chord
on your angelic face.

Soft music falls
from your heavenly mouth
as our lips find each other.

I want to play the notes
on your cold heart,
and dust off your feelings.

Maybe I'll find a living soul
underneath the rusted keys
of your figure.

A secret embrace
can be shared with
the music in your step.
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