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Jun 2016 · 133
Gone
Leah Jun 2016
and as the rope begins to fray, and all of my ends are giving away
to the push and the pull and the strain.
with all of this commotion, emotions I scream in vain.
God, its overwhelming. my brain pounds until the calmness of your presence comes over me and envelops the ever present darkness that’s been pressing me, stressing me.
Its in my veins, what controls my soul is reaching out like a rose in a barren hole, no sunlight and rain to grow. I feel like its my time to let go...
and then all I see suddenly is your hand, outstretched and I think I can
take it, I’ll make it, don’t think this time around that i’ll break it
But wait, i must be mistaken, I swore all that I was was foresaken. Im drowning to find the light in my tunnel, broken sight.
I'm dizzy, please keep guiding me through the night.
When my feet are giving out and my legs can no longer move. This chip on my shoulder, now a boulder -has grown too heavy. Daily praying that you always see, whatever light you see in me.
Vivid color, no blacks and grays , cuz your the Van Gogh who paints my days with liquid life and vibrant color, again I'm falling under
your spell. Then I wonder how long until your
gone.
Jun 2016 · 132
Im afraid
Leah Jun 2016
Speechless when I see you. and sometimes I don’t know how to tell you that every time just at the sight of you
Im shattered, all of my vernacular is torn in two.
As if I’m a kid again, all of my words and wishes they go askew. And then I fall into your eyes. Deep and dark, like the unknowing. Sinking into them is like the rise and fall of your waves crashing against my walls.
Im losing myself again, inside your ocean, your motion is everything I’ve never felt
Lightening and thunder in broken hearts, what pulls me under. But getting lost in a storm is nothing but warm rain when you sit by my side-just to enjoy the ride.
Slowing down and crawling back into a lesser pace.
Hands on my skin are burning, yearning and im anticipating the tracing of every scar on my skin-become but a line in your most beautiful song, your rhymes like fluid flowing life into my sinew, tissues and bones
they light on fire.
And I feel the passionate desire but only underneath the wire
Im afraid
Jun 2016 · 139
Untitled
Leah Jun 2016
Two souls intertwined, withered over time. Hand in hand, the fray. With both barrels to the skies. Dream chasers, these two. Tethered by their minds and as long as they're together they'll forever be alive with both barrels to the skies.

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