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iamtheavatar Mar 2021
How do I feel about this?
I'm just too tired,

I guess.

I can't really blame myself,

Can I?

But I can't blame you too.
You're perfect.

My life—

I'm having trouble
Organizing my—


Thousands of drafts have been rewritten,
Over and over inside my head;
But I can't let myself put it on paper,
Simply because—

It's not perfect.
You're perfect.

I guess in the end, I'm ruined.

iamthe_avatar ©2021
My first poem after four years.
I'm just tired.
iamtheavatar Apr 2017
If I could just live
this life again,
I shall find you
right from the start.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017
A poem for love.
Made with Creative Writer app.
iamtheavatar Apr 2017
How shall I describe thee?
Oh, Venzerie.

Your eyes are like sunsets,
full of awe and mystery.
The strands of your hair
are like strings of silk and gold;
as firm as the ground,
as flowing as the river.
Your cheeks are like apples—
Well, I like apples.
Your lips are like two autumn leaves
dancing gracefully as the winds breathe.
Your teeth are like pearls washed ashore,
glistening as the sunlight bounces off.

What more shall I say?
Oh, Venzerie.

You had me with your smile
on the first day we met.

Like a moth prancing
recklessly with death;
hypnotized by the whisper
of the flame.
Like a little boy,
gazing through the window,
outside a toy store.
Like a speeding motorcycle
on an endless one-way road.

I'm smitten by the sound
of your sweet voice.

Like a weaned child sleeping
soundly in his mother's arms.
Like a seasoned boxer suddenly
out cold on the very first round.
Like a kitten placed in front of the
mirror for the very first time.

How beautiful you are!
Oh, Venzerie.

Like a calm before the storm;
an indescribable moment
of fleeting serenity.
Like an exchange of peace
inside a chapel on a good
Sunday morning.
Like a name on a coffee cup
spelled perfectly right.

Oh, Venzerie.
Your name is one-of-a-kind—
Well, I asked Google.

Like the dimples on your cheeks,
or the freckles on your face.
Like the way you laugh,
or the way you smile.
Like the way you say a word,
or the person that you are.
Everything is super!

You had me with your "Hello".
Oh, Venzerie.

My thoughts of you are many.
Surely, more than these words
that I could ever tell.
Should I make books of poetry,
surely, I'd write poems of you.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017
A poem for love.
iamtheavatar Mar 2017
This life.

Nothing more
than dust and dirt.
Nothing more
than a pause for breath.

Yet You chose to speak
to these skin and bones.


Speak Lord.

Let Your voice
touch this weary heart.
Let Your Spirit
pour like eternal rain.


Speak Lord.
When these lips
don't know how to praise.

Speak Lord.
When these hands
are too heavy to raise.

Speak and set me ablaze.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017
A poem for love.
iamtheavatar Mar 2017
My heart will be forever grateful,
to all the hardships and pain—
the past and the present,
now that the future is revealed.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017
A poem for love.
Made with Creative Writer app.
iamtheavatar Mar 2017
It is as they say:
The heart was bigger than
it used to be; and the rib
that was taken away
is yet to be found.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017
A poem for love.
Made with Creative Writer app.
iamtheavatar Mar 2017
I would rather die
before your eyes;
if that's the only way
that could stop you
from crying for him.

**iamthe_avatar ©2017
A poem for love.
Made with Creative Writer app.
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