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cupid's small arrow
is a fly speck compared to
the axe of lost love
Senryu
 Dec 2015 FiesaLy
Ajey Pai K
She was with him and he with her,
Like parallel lines, they really were.
One loved the other but couldn't tell,
Likes they were, but they could not repel.

Curious they were about each other,
Like when a child sees another.
Strongly anxious yet hesitant,
Innocent it was, something prevalent.

It was special, that exact moment.
Better than love or any sort of romance.
Friends they were and they loved each other,
He looked at her, like he looked into the mirror.
And looking into the mirror he cried, She came up to him from behind and wiped them off his cheeks! <3
 Dec 2015 FiesaLy
niamh
See you soon
 Dec 2015 FiesaLy
niamh
I'll meet you at the top of the mountain
When the sun is setting
And the stars are in the wings.
Where the wind tosses our hair
But the cold is superficial.
Where we stare across the lough,
Our whole world before us
In miniature
Where we hold hands
So we won't fall off
Or we'll fall together.
I'll meet you at the top of the mountain
When the sun is setting.
Say my name
Say it gently
Use your words
To caress me
Speak your thoughts
Speak them out loud
Confess your love
Amidst the crowd
Scream your wishes
Scream your dreams
Make your reality
Better than it seems
Whisper your pain
Whisper your fears
Release the tension
Wipe away your tears
Open your mind
Open up wide
Let my love in
Let me inside
 Dec 2015 FiesaLy
Styles
Vanity
 Dec 2015 FiesaLy
Styles
Look into my eyes
what do you see, besides -
a broken heart - facing its demise.
a harsh reality collides, against
a mountain of lies buried in piles
stacked for miles
so the reality, impossible to see.
How can it be, that this happened to me;
love making pain a possibility
giving you the ability
to make me a liability
me loving you
is an exercise in;
futility.
 Dec 2015 FiesaLy
shåi
underwatour.
 Dec 2015 FiesaLy
shåi
used to speak in bodies
but now we speak in tongues
the frozen air bites my lungs

empties my soul from what it sees
lost black sorrows seep and bleed

gasping for reality while gasping for love
crushes my lungs, a pain undone

always sitting and waiting for a sign
always wanting things that arent mine

love was your favourite crime
especially if the heart broken was mine
(b.d.s,)
 Dec 2015 FiesaLy
Destiny Fleming
I remember the
warm breath on my
neck when you
first muttered
“I love you”

It had been
a contradiction
to the cold air
that filled the
empty space of
my existence
when you slammed
the door
(your final goodbye)

-DDF
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