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Krusty Aranda Oct 2014
Three years have passed since we first met.
Three years have passed, and I can't forget
what it is to love someone as passionately as
I love you.

Thousands of miles stand in our way.
Thousands of miles, and I can't forget
what it is to love someone as caringly as
I love you.

Different times throughout the day.
Different times, and I can't forget
what it is to love someone as deeply as
I love you.

Three years have passed since we've been away.
Three years have passed, and I can't forget
what it is to love someone as madly as
I love you.

My heart has been yours since the day we met.
My heart has been yours, so I can't forget
what it is to love someone as infinitely as
I love you.
Krusty Aranda Oct 2014
...






Alone.





I live alone.

No one near to hear me scream.
No one there to end my fears.



Shaking, I cry for help.





Help!
Help!



Echoes are the only thing I hear.
Echoes of my twisted mind
reminding me I'm empty.
I'm useless.
I fail time and time again.

I can't get out.



Help!
Help!




The sound fades out into my emptiness.


Wicked, ghastly images dance before me.
Creatures with thin, long bodies scratch my flesh with their blade-like fingers.

Bleeding and psychotic I lay,
motionless.

They dance.
They laugh.
They find pleasure in my pain.

My sanity leaking out through my pores.
My senses **** as I can only whisper once again...




*help
Krusty Aranda Oct 2014
I wait for your call.
You won't even send a text.
Why do I love you?
Krusty Aranda Oct 2014
I see her
lying on my bed
tempting.
So desireable.

My heart races
as the woman I love
takes her top off,
seducing me with a single look.
Kissing my neck,
she's gasping for air,
and whispers into my ear,
"Take it all off".

Her eyes inspecting
my naked body.
Her fingers
trace my every imperfection.
My fingers stroking her
perfectly smooth skin.

She pushes me down on the bed,
and soon follows me to it.
Skin on skin.

One deep breath,
hold it in,
and let it out, moaning.

One same heartbeat.
A chorus of synchronized
voices,
rhythmically singing in
the language of love.

Her body slightly twitches
****** after ******.
Her eyes look at me
with a burning passion
that her lips seal
on my chest.

Two souls, naked,
stripped of any earthly chains,
only to become
one again.
Based on a dream and a loved one.
Krusty Aranda Sep 2014
ECG
I have wires through my chest
monitoring my heart,
yet I wonder what they'll scan
for my heart's not mine.
Krusty Aranda Sep 2014
You're sweet,
you're smart,
you're awful nice.

You're pretty,
you're funny,
and have great eyes.

You sing,
you write,
and, despite your flaws,

you make
me laugh.
I love you so.
Krusty Aranda Aug 2014
Sing a song, or write a book,
they take and take away from you.

Change this word. Play this cord.
Erase the nudes! Give them some clothes.

Express yourself! Be who you are,
but maybe these clothes will make you look fab.

This is not right. My art is me!
You can't tell me what to be.

I don't want the money nor the fame.
I do this to express myself.

So excuse me while I say goodbye.
You try to **** art, but I bring it to life.
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