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My poem illuminates the night like a golden moon,
like fireflies on the trees, and the love I ever owned;
constructed feelings, somehow are still unexplained,
like bubbles of morning air, how it kissed my skin.

It's not how our hearts intertwined all of the sudden,
but how our language diverged; beautifully spoken,
and when my mind engorges reality, so slow, so slow,
that's when I write those lovely words only for you.
Thank you JOHN MAHONEY for giving such helpful feedback. I hope this gets better. :D

© 2012
My hair is messy,
My make up’s off,
My heart is tough,
But my skin is soft.

I walk through the space.
The space walks through me.
I am this lonely planet’s billionth progeny.
I revere and ravage,
She nurtures and reaps.
This classic co-dependance is naturally unhealthy.

How can I compete?
How to be complete...
I’m just one lost soul in a black hole with two twisted feet.
Left handed,
Forever branded:

Too rich a soul for a poor economy.
I wrote upon the paper
all the things I cannot say,
then I placed it in a bottle
and threw my heart away.

I prayed the gulls would guide it
to that scenic little bay,
where my love awaits in silence
the heart I threw away.
Hope she got it
you love
but how are you now,
you love
but are you happy,
you love
but are you contented
you love
but is that right
you love
but it's that true

love can sometimes be a magic
but magic can sometimes be an illusion
and sometimes illusion is a lie..

love one when you are ready .
There's nothing wrong
when you show them
your tears. Let them
know you were hurt,
and don't just pretend
you are strong and brave.
© 2012
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