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If our love was a painting...it would include laughter and dancing, joy, and glances that prove what we have is real. It would include magic and uncontrollable smiles, giggling and getting lost in your eyes. It would consist of running in the rain and singing in the shower. It would be filled with squeals from my friends and the sound of your heartbeat. The feeling of your tender hands as they meet with mine. The tickle of your butterfly kisses and the wonderful fragrance you give off. It would consist of the feeling of your smile in our kiss, and the warmth and safety in your hugs. Feeling like your spinning and staying up all night wishing I was with you. The love letters I reread over and over...and the sound of your voice. If our love was a painting, it would be beautiful.
 Jan 2012 Holly Brown
Odi
Void
 Jan 2012 Holly Brown
Odi
You tried to make a model,
So perfectly true,
And tried to paint a masterpiece,
With every single hue.

But the mannequin was fragile,
The picture too dark,
On her face there was no smile,
In her eyes no spark.

I appreciate your artistic hand,
But the colors are all wrong,
Did you forget the world is bright?
And life is but a song?

Or did you wake up one morning,
And everything was grey?
Have you finally figured out,
The words you shouldn't say?

Did you awake one late afternoon,
Realized it was still dark, and fell back to snooze?
But sleep did not come, so you waited for the sun to rise,
Ans when it didn't, you didn't weep, you weren't even surprised.

Is it like a world devoid of color?
Of happiness and taste?
Where food has no flavor?
And you have plenty of time to waste?

Because I think I know the feeling,
Of being trapped in a deep dark hole,
And your not sure what it is your seeing,
Your just sure you don't want anyone t know.

Well my friend, my fellow human,
We all bleed this way,
So take it easy buddy,
Because you wont he helped along the way.
 Jan 2012 Holly Brown
Persica
What makes life worth living
aside from loving and forgiving
was it the people close to you
or the ones you wished you knew?

What makes things worth owning
except the price you paid from buying
if what you owned defines you
will you be worth your value?

What makes one worth loving
if it gives your heart some aching
will you risk it through
to find a love that's true?

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