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A body
three times
renewed
every 7 years, they say.
If you want to be heard
      *
Listen
Love is buoyant
It keeps afloat
Even in turbulence
The hearts don’t sink
We may cry oceans
But remember
Love is buoyant
Novice swimmers
Also keep afloat
Tragedy may strike
Upheavals of waves
May pull us down
Yet, we survive
Love is buoyant*




© Amitav (Radiance)
 May 2014 William James Crowell
R
she
such a simple word, but I love it.
she breathes
and she does every single day.
she breathes on
on what? depends.
she breathes on my
my, my, my, what do we have here..oh..
she breathes on my skin
and I wish to never feel anything other than this feeling in this exact moment in time because in all honestly, *nothing
has ever felt this pure.
she breathes on my skin and
and? and?! what more can be done?
she breathes on my skin and calms
calms... me.
she breathes on my skin and calms my
my heart. my mind. my ever breaking spirit and soul.
she breathes on my skin and calms my mind
and she does. all I ever hear is my mind, but during these moments, our souls connect and I feel at peace.
I love her, I truly do.
Almost three months javajvaiavanahaparkerbaoavmwgansh<3 I love you L!
You ****** ****
I ******* love your idiotic ***
for some imbecilic reason
even with all your ****** flaws
from your dry, scaly skin
and wrathful vengeance
to your total disregard for me
flirting around in my face
sending those pictures right next me
the disrespect you spit
talking to your girlfriends
about how good this guy was
how great that guy was
telling tales glorifying your
twisted promiscuity
and I just sit there and listen
slowly dying inside
and all because you said
"I love you"
last night
10w
Intrusive thoughts..
Salty Sweet..
Shake the ground,
Beneath my feet.
Infatuation
I am alone,
Like a structureless prose,
A dark waste of space,
A wilting rose.

I am alive,
But they'd rather I die,
Buried deep underground,
Never to be found.
Adapted lyrics
How could I forget,
The timid flower buds,
That bloom late spring,
And fill the plain meadows,
With a vibrancy of colour.

How could I forget,
To pluck one wilting stem,
From the blackest earth,
And keep it trapped,
Between my thumb,
And forefinger.

How could I forget,
To tear off the fragile petals,
And sing to myself,
As if I was still a child,
A song that allowed,
Not even fractured belief.

How could I forget,
*He loves me not.
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