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You used to be my strength... You became my weakness
Oh,  how strange a thing love can be
 Jul 2015 Nirmalee
Mike Hauser
I'd love to be your room
The one that you run to
To get away from the stress life makes
The room that makes you feel safe

I'd love to be the golden ****
The first and last thing that you touch
In your comings and your goings
Where you'd feel safe under my lock

I'd also like to be the key
That opens up that door
Or where you lay to paint your nails
Just to be the floor

Oh to be the window seat
That you sit upon
As you look out on the day
Dreaming of the one you love

To even be the vanity mirror
The one that holds your gaze
The music from your stereo
When your favorite song is played

The sheets on your bed, your pillow too
All of this and so much more
What's most comfortable for you
Is why I'd love to be your room
Undress the inhibitions
Souls wrapped in
Ones imagination
Exposing the beauty
Enamored hearts
Entwine in dreamland
Celebrations galore
Scintillating display
Of passion
You either feel
like you're going to die
or
you feel like
you're already dead.
 Jul 2015 Nirmalee
Poetria
We all write wistful poetry
About wings to help us fly
When all we really need
Is to simply close our eyes.
Out of lifelessness or bliss,
We would still be
**Sky high.
3:00 A.M thoughts.
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