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Kelly Weaver May 2016
Your eyes were like cherry wine
I was so eagerly Devine
I knew we were meant to be

You look my way and then it hit me
You absolutely positively
Knew I would fall eventually

And though I tried I could never please
Your greedy eyes saw nothing but a
Deer in the headlights

And in my head I knew I was
In danger I didn't leave because
Your bullets only made me feel numb.
Kelly Weaver May 2016
Dear future lover,
Please be kind.
Touch with only the softest hands
For I've felt the worst.
Please don't be impatient
I may be difficult at times.
I will feel lost without you
For I loathe being lonesome.
Please be gentle with me
Don't pull on my petals.
A smile in its rarest form
Belongs to you and only you.
Please, future lover,
Be faithful to me alone.
I've felt the sting of betrayal once
And I am afraid.
Please never doubt my love
For you're always on my mind.
Never doubt that I dream of you
Each and every night.
Please, future lover,
Give and you shall receive.
I would wake at any hour
To soothe any agony.
Never fear my help, dear
We all have our nights.
Never doubt that I understand
And I won't doubt your frights.
And please, don't ignore me
Just tell me when you're hurting.
I would help in every way
I'd never be a burden.
Finally, future lover,
Know your arms are my home.
And though you may be far
Never let me sleep alone.
Kelly Weaver May 2016
The ideal beauty
Do we not have guidelines?
Different strokes for different folks
They appear to be well made
Built upons a solid foundation
In a world where everything done is judged
All relatively similar
All completely different
Admired from a distance
Please do not touch the art!
Violations and fees
Are we not beings?
So beautifully made
All works of art
Different definitions of such
Are they real?
Are we?
Some well recognized
Others independent
All beautiful regardless
Their eyes peer into our souls
“Why are they looking at us like that?”
Quoth the painting.
Who are you speaking of?
Kelly Weaver May 2016
Awoken with butterfly kisses
And the humming of your hands
Warm air warming our hearts
Tempting our mouths to smile
A curl of toes
A mind of woes
Escape into the sea
The cool air blows through our hair
A salty symphony
The sun shining through the leaves
And through our blinds once more
Spring has blossomed to a new
As waves crash on the shore
Arms around my narrow waist
Pulling me out of bed
Your tired eyes connect with mine
A kiss on my forehead
A relaxing day
Our toes in the sand
Iced coffee in hand
The bees will buzz
The birds will chirp
An overall pleasant mood
Summer’s never felt so good.
Kelly Weaver May 2016
6:37 pm
Grabbing hands unwelcomed
Pinching my bones with your claws
Digging deeper and deeper into my flesh
Sap on my skin
Pine needles in my hair
An unwanted accessory
Thudding against the dirt
Pain striking my spine
His voice echoing still
He’s all I hear now
His ravenous eyes
His ****** fangs
Cry and cry as I will
Nobody will hear
As my ****** lungs tire
And my body imprints the dirt
I’m left to the wolves
Left to be feasted upon
And I cast a shadow on this man
Iron-pressed collars
Twiddling thumbs
What questions were asked?

Did she lead him on?
What was she wearing?
Is there any evidence?
Why didn’t she say something sooner?
If a girl screams alone in a forest,
Did she make a sound?
Kelly Weaver May 2016
Snapping twigs like snapping bones
A silent silence that silences all
Almost unreal, almost too still
A different planet, maybe.
But as she drew nearer
Wide-eyed and weary
Early on this bitter morn
She was alone once more.
Fawn-less now, unattended
Even stag, if you will
Yearning for her child still
But hey, a wolf’s gotta eat.
Another meal for another beast
She walks along, breaking bones
Scenery just as grey as the sky
A shiny lense catches her wide eye.
It witnessed every last detail
Every gruesome cry and wail
Will they enjoy this tragedy?
She doubts it.
As of late, the hunting ended
But she hopes they will learn
That after she’s hunted by guns
She’s hunted by fangs.
Kelly Weaver May 2016
Your simple melody
A soothing serenity
Your notes dig into me
A beautiful symphony
I can feel my walls crumble
And you smile on and on
Your hand in mine like a glove
Letting me feel happiness once more
And though I'm broken
You're almost glue
Put the pieces together
One rainy afternoon
To make me and you
A little something new
And I smile between sobs
Because I beat the odds
Surviving the worst
Every single curse
And your journey ends
I guess it just depends
How happy you will be
And how you’ll make amends
You'll take me in your arms
And put me back together
And every time I see our sun
I'll remember your warmth
Though my heart aches
I'll be okay because
You'll be okay
And I float on your words
As you sing me to sleep
And it hurts so very much
And I'm hot to the touch
And every time you see our sun
You'll remember my skin
Burnt and blistered
Though I'm content.
You're my hardest goodbye.
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