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 Aug 2013 M Epperly
TinaMarie
I searched for a Sunrise
     And found it in the light of your Eyes
          Gazing deeply into mine
     Brightening my darkest days.

I searched for Comfort
     And found it in the warmth of your Hand
          Sliding gently down my spine
     Easing me just a little closer.

I searched for Happiness
     And found it in the round of your Lips
          Smiling sweetly, intensely my way
     Inviting me to kiss.

I searched for Peace
     And found it in the sound of your Voice
          Soothing me with the words you say
     Making me blush.

I searched for Life
     And found it in the depth of your Love
          Unleashing all mental and physical holds
     You freed me.

I searched for Heaven on earth
     And found it intertwined in your Arms
          Weaving bodies into one mold
     Losing myself

I searched for You
     The other half that makes me whole
          The missing mate to my lonely soul
    My greatest Discovery.


© Tina Thompson
 Feb 2013 M Epperly
sassybutsweet
I touch the Sun, Moon,
Stars and the Heavens
above this morning,
just from your embrace.
It was surreal, you
looked into my eyes
I into yours. I felt like
you touch the very core
of my soul. I felt
something at that very
moment (LOVED)
not just LUV but LOVE.
I know with all my heart
and soul you felt it also.
12/20/12
Broken
Is not being shattered
Into a million pieces
Broken
Is not being suicidal
Though that certainly is a part
Broken
Isn't when the pieces don't fit
Or you keep trying
But it keeps falling apart
Broken
Means not knowing what to do
With those pieces
Broken
Is being unable to meet people's eyes
Because you don't know what the hell
You're doing there either

Broken
Is 3:40 AM
Looking into the eyes
In the mirror
What do you see?
 Feb 2013 M Epperly
James Willis
I can still smell you on my pillow.
The space beside me now empty,
The room dark and still.
Time moving slower,
As if to make me wait.
My mind drifting back
To the fire that burned
Just hours before.
The faint scratch marks
Throbbing warmly as I smile.
I close my eyes
And wait to dream you,
Back into my bed…
xoxoxoxoxo
 Feb 2013 M Epperly
James Willis
As I walk across the sands of time
I can't help but feel
That I've been here before.
As the winds of change blow
I look down
To view my discarded self.
Another reality removed
To make way for journeys unmet.
Who am I now
What will I become?
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