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Payton Hayes Feb 2021
My dear, you sway with the nervous passion of a thousand
winds.

Tell my why you are so anxious, when you carry their wishes on
your eyelashes?
This is a pretty thought or a piece of pretty prose rather than poetry. It was written in 2016.
Payton Hayes Feb 2021
She breathed with hurricane eyes and he fell in love with the way the waves crashed over her cheeks.
This isn't really a poem. It's more like a pretty thought. It was written in 2016.
Payton Hayes Feb 2021
Darling, toss your                                                             ­                                                                 ­                                                                 ­                                    hands into the sky
and let down the stars,
for the sting in
your bones may
always  be there
but wasps never
fly at
night.
This poem was written in 2016.
Payton Hayes Feb 2021
There is a reason water is clear, and blood is crimson,                                                                                                             for it would be far too painful to try and see the truth in your veins.
This isn't really a poem but rather a lovely thought. It was written in 2016.
Payton Hayes Feb 2021
The thought of you asking me to be your valentine sent butterflies up my spine and they went crazy in my stomach.

It's so funny, though, because you have been my valentine for so long already, and somehow you still leave my heart feeling completely and utterly enchanted.
This mini poem was written in 2016.
Payton Hayes Feb 2021
I lay here before you,
              u n d o n e.
And it is my greatest fear.
        And it is my greatest desire.
Oh, my darling, set my
soul
      on fire.
How I have waited for this moment, how I have yearned to be so close to you.
For you to be so close to me,
for you to see
       me
in nothing
but the      pale light of the
moon.
This poem was written in 2016.
Payton Hayes Feb 2021
All of the others can guarantee you the world.
But I can give you my heart.
I can't promise you fame or riches, but you will always be safe and warm and happy.
And even if you do not love me, I will  love you with all of my being.
This poem was written in 2016.
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