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We laid under the
crepuscular light,
That shined like the moon.
Entwined together like a knitted sweater,
Her heart is my home.
With sapphire eyes,
She stared into galaxies far
beyond mine.
To cascade through her evocative thoughts would take me centuries to understand her,
And the way she looks at me.
I get lost for words,
And tend to overlook the feelings that may change like capricious weather.
We bloom like naked flowers that never got the chance to grow,
Or share our beauty with the world.
We drink too much,
But never enough to see our
future spin like ballerinas.
We watch the sun come up
over the horizon.
The dawn of a new age,
Where we bathe in suicidal waves
that spill like blood onto distant shores.
How we pretend to be in love,
When love is never enough
to say I do.
 Jan 2016 Lex Marie
wordvango
in presence of you
in presents given me
which in modesty or not
I get on one knee
whether my religion
is non- conforming
to yours I see
all given as presents
of a spirit to me
I give thanks
to God
no matter
his religion.
 Dec 2015 Lex Marie
Jeremy Bean
She's very much alive
But she is dead to me
The decision wasn't mine
She wanted to be
A tombstone in my mind
A grave inside my heart
A perpetual funeral
That has no end or start
There is no wreath to set
No flowers to lay
The only place that this exists
Is buried in my wake

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