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gypsyheart Mar 2018
you send me pictures, but
they are not enough
to capture the light and life in your eyes

you send me videos, but
they are not enough
to recreate the sound of your carefree laugh

you send me voice mails, but
they are not enough
to fill the air with your gentle breath

you send me all of you, but
it is not enough
to warm the sheets beside me.
gypsyheart Mar 2017
how is
a heart
like a chimney?

they've both been
blackened
by old flames.
gypsyheart Aug 2016
I'd trade my smile for perfect teeth.
Who cares if I'm laughing? So long as
They are white like on TV (like what you want to see),
Then maybe now you'll love me.

I'd trade my eyes for pretty girl tears.
Who cares if I'm looking at you? So long as
I'm looking to you to hide from my fears,
Then maybe now you'll love me.

I'd drop the numbers for a perfect number,
Drop the shoulders to lie on your shoulders,
Drop my chin so I can't look at anyone else,  
And other than you, I can't see anyone else.

I'd trade some skin for a little more skinny,
Trade some heart for a little more love,
Trade some human for a little more girly,

I'd trade all of me for a little more you.
at first, i was going to write a song.
gypsyheart Apr 2016
you know how words
start to feel weird and meaningless
the more you say them?
well,
maybe that is why I
want you to stop telling me that
you love me
everyday.
gypsyheart Mar 2016
to see, taste, touch, hear, feel, laugh, cry, know, walk, run, skip, jump, care, love, heal*

Now look at all you can do,
just by being alive.
gypsyheart Mar 2016
it wasn't until she cut ties with me
that I realised,
all this time,
she'd been holding a pair of scissors behind her back.
  Mar 2016 gypsyheart
M Manese
Your taste runs like kerosene in my veins,
Our kisses, heated, sending my insides aflame;
    I spontaneously combust, lover.
Skin to skin, your mouth is concentrated sin
You make lose my morals, the lust is building;
    Blinding, my pupils burn;
Yours darken with something primal, tensions thickening;
The anticipation's sinking
   right into my gut, I feel your touch
   calloused fingertips dancing up my thighs, teasing.


Your body glistening
   with sweat, trailing down south
   I follow the track hungrily with my mouth
   but it doesn't seem enough.
Our hearts beat fast like the ticking
    of a timebomb nearing detonation;
    We're going to detonate, my love.
We're going to burst in fancy colors like fireworks gone haywire,
    the bed is our sky.
We're going to get lost among the sheets,
    like sailing across familiar seas.
The moonlight, dangerously bright
    they seem to shine from your eyes
    but they darken with something like clouds on a stormy night.


And I'm not sure if there really is a God
    but tonight I kept calling his name
    yours interspersed in between
    heavy breathing, our pants sounding
    like broken notes of some orchestrated masterpiece
    and the crescendo's nearing.
Our pulse following the rising melody
I am mesmerized, out of control
I am lost amidst the euphoria
    right now
    with you
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