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Martine Panzica Sep 2015
kissing you is this:
in between mouthfuls of me
you say silly things
thanks for all the love and laughs
Martine Panzica Apr 2015
There's nothing lonelier than walking home at 4:15AM after it has just rained.
It's a different kind of walk of shame.
In an outfit saved for special occasions, I walked home
lonely because I left a small part of my heart in his room.
I laid it out on a floor littered with guitar picks, and there it sits still.
He wouldn't accept it, nor would he give it back.
Maybe he wanted it for decoration.
Now, my small heart shard, swollen and sad, has no home.
And in the glistening of 4:15AM after it has just rained, my pretty purple shirt looked sad.
  Nov 2014 Martine Panzica
Jack
~

Caught in your smile
Lost in your eyes
Held in your arms
Heard on your sighs
~
Read on your lips
Felt in your touch
Found in your heart
*I love you so much
Martine Panzica Nov 2014
The woman in the moon is made of waves

If you look close, she swells and falls always

Like the sea; like a dancer's last dance.

Cold but never sad nor bitter nor raw

She showers honey light on us all -

On the eyelids of the sick and the foreheads of sleeping children

In cups of milk with cookie crumbs and late night drives

On the hot breath of love and the dreams of travel

But most of all, inside each inestimable soul,

That is where her dancing, swelling, honey from the sea light goes.
Martine Panzica Aug 2014
I wonder
If I'll ever be unhappy without you
I don't think I will
But what if I was?

What if
One day
I cease to remember
Just how elegantly you fell away;

Slowly and gracefully
So that I knew it was happening
But I really didn't
And I still had so much love in my heart,
My heart which ached
When you were too far to receive my love
And when it hurt like that,
That's when I knew
How well you had abandoned me

So if I forget that,
Then, I'll be left
With nights of love by the sea,
By the fire,
In fields and with friends
And
Hidden love letters in books,
Under mattresses,
In enchanted forests,
Faded and crinkled
From the exhausting spirit of new found love

If that's all I can remember
I can imagine
Being unhappy without you

I suppose I am unhappy now
But not because I am without you,
Just because
You made me a scrapbook of love
With no one to share it with me.
Martine Panzica Aug 2014
I wish I could know your adventures
And you could know mine
To laugh when you laughed
And to sigh when you sighed

I wish you would know the troubles
I fill my pockets with and then
Try to swim the raging sea
And swim it over once again

I want you to see me suffer
And how I dance when I'm in love
And I would watch you do the same
Ghosting from above

And one day when we're older
And youth's blaze has blazed us through
We could rest our ghosting
And share lifetimes, me and you.
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