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Twirling on moonlit streets
where their shadows entwine
simple as falling water,
in a world without time.

The scent of lilacs arise
a true epitome of spring left
on their fragile fingertips.
Another older poem, but one that took quite a long time to construct. The language I used is possibly my favourite... it was very deliberate. Long process, but infinitely delightful. :)
 Dec 2014 Isabel Lights
Brett W
Every girl that wanders into my life
Is facing their her own different strife
No matter how they are in distress
I treat them like a special princess
I do my best to be compassionate
Be better continuously since we met
I put forth her emotions before mine
Then go to mine when hers are behind
However I feel like a tattered rag-doll
Used until it faces it's disastrous fall
I am constantly loved then thrown away
Not to be important anymore on any day
I'm like a brand new rechargeable battery
Used once and then dropped like gravity
I am using up energy and forgotten about
Then when it is gone, I am a pile of doubt
I treat others the way I would like to live
I serve others and give all I have to give
Yet I am still worthless after a short while
Which leaves me alone, tattered, in denial
Still thinking of a decent title. I wrote half this morning and then the rest just now. Thanks for reading

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