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John michalski Mar 2016
Flowers to us
may teach to them,
How to find strength again.
From great distance,
And loss.
With tired fingers let us
reach for love,
Pray for hope.
To find a little piece of heaven,
Even in the dark.
Though the past may patronize us
it is hard to forget the scars we hold
and grow with,
To learn from overtime.
The troubling words of an unhealthy relationship,
Once hello,
Is now goodbye.
Still we fight another day,
Another day: until our journey here is done.
Let us come to imagine far greater things,
And enjoy happiness while we still can.
John michalski Mar 2016
Somewhere
someway,
My heart shall embrace
the closeness and warmth of
another being.
Where I can be in awe,
Over the tranquility of her
blessings.
Where I can weave this eternal string of its mystery,
To balance fine lines between us.
Let us travel through
desperate measures,
In search for new ground.
Somewhere
someway,
Love will be an adventure
waiting to explore.
The needs of someone wanting more,
Than just simple affection.
John michalski Mar 2016
The night falls with a
silent sigh,
Entwined we are.
The light for which you
lust flares once,
Then dies.
Crushed by a velvet ebon
nothingness,
All we hope for must come
to an end.
Our passion's,
Throb no more.
How could you tear us asunder?
Our tristful emotions surround
us,
Crying,
We have lost our way.
John michalski Mar 2016
My skin is dieing,
To just feel yours.
Sprung,
Like early flowers blooming.
Eyes;
So apodyopsis.
We are panoply,
The closer we get the more
our bodies become vintage.
She is the somber clouds-
for I shall catch the very first raindrop,
Tasting her sweet presence
on top.
Mirror me the crown of King,
While such ***** words you whisper within my ear.
Let us melt together like candle wax,
Swimming in eachother with such painted emotion.
And did our love feed the flames,
That burned inside of us.
Moan to me,
Moan to me as if it was your
last breath ever taken.
John michalski Feb 2016
Sometimes I feel the gentle
caress of your weeping palms sweep over my skin,
Where romance dances so spontaneously within her touch.
If love was the foam floating in
calm oceans,
I'd ride the majestic waves to her beating heart.
I would endlessly drift among her soul watching her shapeless thoughts smile,
As I wave goodbye.
A million passing years inside,
I would love her always and a day.
I have loved many,
But there is always one that is never forgotten.
I struggle to remain entwined with her crisp fingers,
Where the splinters still sting.
Imperfection is but a delicate flower,
Woe is me.
Silence is but the loudest scream never heard,
And the moon had shined like it has never before.
This eternal serene travels through the sound of her voice,
That imprints on angels.
I must devout my love,
Forever true.
Within her existence I find peace,
Where I am never alone.
John michalski Jan 2016
I want to live in the
deepest parts of your mind,
Where I can dream of you
in colors that don't exist.
Where love has no boundaries,
Or limits.
To see only as far as our eyes
will let us.
We are but one thread within eachother,
A merge of flocking feathers.
I shall catch your heart in its midst
to endure the sadness that only we can imagine,
As we drift away from the pain that only hurts.
Time is the only thing I sacrifice.
How much will she steal from me?
Beauty is beyond relentless.
She demeans the meaning of love,
Only but a nightmare I have dreamed of.
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