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I'm sitting at the edge of my seat
on the edge of this cliff
at the edge of my sanity
looking up at the sun;
it's a total eclipse.
I've been blinded by desire
and my burned wings
have since been clipped.
When there is no tomorrow
time seems to pass you by,
you try to grab it
but you just let it slip.
 Jun 2015 Marisa Lu Makil
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The gentlest of flowers
are constantly trampled
under heavy boots
Love is like
pressing into your skin and
leaving a mark.
Love is like
riding a hundred roller coasters
in one day,
and remembering the feeling
as you lay in bed at night.
Love is like sitting in the ocean
and letting the waves push you
and tug on you,
and remembering the way
they fought over you on your
way home after
sunset.
Love in engraved on your skin
and sketched into your brain,
love can not be unfelt
only forgotten with
time, time and
more time;
and maybe not even then.
I just can't tell anymore.
But if it will happen.
It will happen.
Or leave me behind.
It will make me happy.
Or it will make me cry.
It shall make me dance into the night.
Or cry on my knees.
I yet don't know.
The delicate sky glowed.
The pink and the blue transfixed me.
The clouds...oh so dreamy.
Such a lovely discovery to find and blind me.
Bear in mind that leaving behind such a kind and unconfined sky broke me.
Wishing to feel those wings on my back, spring from me and cling to the heavens.
And that's all I see in your glass eyes.
With you by my side looking at the timeless infinite sky.
When the grass cease to exist...
We shall be ageless.
Sometimes I write things and then look back at them and think...
                                    *Was that really me?
your eyes thought me capable
capable of receiving your love
capable of being beautiful in your eyes

every glance of yours
every true sigh of yours
gives me undescribable feelings

feelings you made a throne for in my heart
feelings i still dont know if i deserve
feelings i still dont know the origin of

or the direction of
the little things you do

your smile when you see me
your eyes when they want to speak the unspeakable
your hands that warm me
your soul

surrounding me.

you.
thank you
for being you
-The one I wrote for
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