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It's mesmerizing
How your eyes look into mine
It's radiating
This intense feeling of heat
Something I just can't define
It's solid ground to stand on
It's concrete

It will never waver
Never wander
Never want for anything new
This feeling is yours
And it's mine
Me and you, babe
We'll make it through
I need a midnight walk,
With foggy air,
Rock and roll,
And cigarettes.
I was so young.
I don't know why
I did any of those things.
Something about wanting to feel something.
Anything.
But looking back,
I had never felt anything more beautiful.
I need a ride from a stranger,
I need the hope of an out,
Street lights,
Cracked lips and tears,
Anything to feel alive again.
 Sep 2016 Kaleidoscope Prhyme
mk
oh, to be the muse of a poet.

-
tear them apart
just to see how they turn the blood and tears
into a work of art.
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oh, to be the muse of a poet.
-always been the poet, never a work of art.
he slept in a world
slightly higher
              truer
              livelier than mine,
a world that held him tighter
and loved him sharper
than i could have
with my earthen arms.
but i felt him come back to me
when the weariness of my bones
asked for a glimmer
                     moment
                     taste
of eternity from his lips
and he gave it to me
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