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your eyes look like sunset today

You are a coat of many colors
A picture of different frames
You capture life in its essence
But, when winter comes
You'll be my coat and cane
Your kisses will be the summer
That I still desire to this day

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

Me and u thats two
And some **** dats three
Lets smoke these trees
You know u wanna **** with me
We could get lit
Burn higher than the sun gets
If u can make it
I never fake it
Come to this real ****
I am no basic
Ill give u mosaics
Of sativa,thc,cbds and vapors
Just light the papers
And ignite the embers
Turn this smoulder ablaze
You can get this 808
Can u feel the bass
You make my heart race
You make me flushed faced
You make me nervous
Butterflies in every space
And i could float away
Thought of u carries me high
We could be higher
So lets ignite these papers
Lets light the embers
And relax together

It took me seven years
to realise
the words in my mind
were too deep for
my mouth to dig up
I thought it was easier
to open my skin
and let the truth
pour down my arms

It took me seven years
to realise
nobody should be allowed
to touch parts
of your home
or hold pieces  
of your heart
that you don't yet understand

It took me seven years
to realise
I will wear these scars
forever
I'll carry them
through every smile
every kiss
every concerned gaze
I'll carry them
to my grave

It took me seven years
to realise
the pain carved
into the walls
of my castle
etchings of
attempting to disappear
are not a story of weakness
but a tale of
how I survived