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185 · Feb 2020
reaching you
zelle Feb 2020
i look at the moon
to know i’m not alone
i seek for the stars
to claim what’s ours
to the wind i whisper
words i never once utter
  
                    — z.g.
147 · Mar 2020
lost
zelle Mar 2020
loving you
had me cluelessly chasing a nymphalidae in the woods
until i couldn’t discern where i was—
you allured me into your perilous realm
and milady i bow-down
for i am yours



                                                  — z.g.
147 · Feb 2020
forbidden desire
zelle Feb 2020
us
beneath this
candy scented sheet
smiling so evil
hands so cruel
lips fraught with danger
moans remain stifled
milady, for how long?

          — z.g.
139 · Feb 2020
ocean
zelle Feb 2020
your eyes are
like the ocean
— too deep and eerie
the thought of you
resembles the waves
— it comes and goes

                — z.g.
136 · Feb 2020
hopeless
zelle Feb 2020
do you hear me pleading?
just like the rain pouring
the thunder screaming
desire burning
words deteriorating
utter those words i want to hear
— for i don’t want to fall into drear


              — z.g.
129 · Feb 2020
;
zelle Feb 2020
;
your words cut through my soul
my smile couldn't take it anymore
my walls are caving in
my demons are creeping in
i did it again

              — z.g.
120 · Feb 2020
apocalypse
zelle Feb 2020
if the world
had reached its end
my words
will seek for you
to know
the world had ended
the day you left

                  — z.g.
117 · Feb 2020
you
zelle Feb 2020
you
i will write
my love for you
in each letter
i have yet
to contrive
for each day
you won’t be second guessing
nor be troubled
for when
my feelings
will dissipate

                    — z.g.
108 · Feb 2020
timeless
zelle Feb 2020
i wouldn’t mind
waiting for a lifetime
even if
the ocean may run dry
the dead may come to life
my hair may turn white
my love
i wouldn’t mind
our love will remain untouched

                — z.g.
100 · Feb 2020
the girl in the rain
zelle Feb 2020
the night had fallen upon the cracky land,
cold gusts of wind scurries along downtown
people are hustling through their paths,
the deafening screech of cars
the prominent smell of the drenched pavement,
emitting an ambiance so sentiment
her worn out shoes sinking into the murky water
slashed-by-hundred shoes would waver
— she couldn’t careless,
she was dancing around, smiling so genuine
she was the girl in the rain

         — z.g.

— The End —