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Olivia Kent Apr 2016
Wheelers.
Dealers.
Back street concealing.
Double dealing.
Number's up by insane gear.
Killed by fear.
See those tears.
Rolling and falling.
Calling and teasing to those who use.
T.v dealers look ever so neat.
Smart suit.
Tidy hair.
Not like the scruffy skanky fella who deals on the street.
(c)LIVVI
Olivia Kent Apr 2016
BEACON
You are a beacon in the darkness of night.
You kiss me as the frost bites.
With highly charged most vicious teeth.
Which, sink in hard and fast.
It's ravenous.
As if a child of long past nights.
Hunger turns to starvation.
You swathed me with eternal mist.
Stranded in a land, in which I'm sorely lost.
(C)LIVVI
Olivia Kent Mar 2016
I met you making movies.
We made them on the sand.
Drama and artistry moulded wonderfully 'tween our hands.
We cast out ropes to catch sweethearts.
Making movies.
Raptures art.
Throw roses round the fireplace.
Dress the mantle with perfect lace.
Captured cherries.
Fed with grapes and wine.
Love may be mine.
I shall not whinge nor ever whine.
(c)LIVVI
Olivia Kent Mar 2016
BYE
You stole the diamonds in my eyes.
And turned them into tears.

***** dragons dancing at daylight.
With bright sparks they fed you.
Filled you up.
Love of my life.
A lovesick pup.
Been the same for years.

Coffee creme and mallow kisses.
Dreams of love forever wishes.
Strawberry fool.

You don't see my tears.
I won't let you.
No regrets.

Costly trinkets winked as you fled.
Sparkled for a moment in space,
Then you were dead.
Filling up again.
Tangerine dreams and jealousy pain.
You left my soul so cold.
Still I wait for the greatest love of all.
I see the phone.
It never rings.
You never ever call.
I fell at your calling.
Kinda stopped falling.
A chalk on a bedpost.
Merely a ghost.
(c)LIVVI
Olivia Kent Mar 2016
In your eyes.
I saw the love that grew.
I thought of you.
I still do.
I felt your hands touch mine.
A whisper in my mind.
You are an echo.
Sometimes you rumble like a storm.
A charming storm.
A fire storm.
You burn my heart.
A comfort blanket.
Created by two
You and I.
Baby boys blue.
(c)LIVVI
Written about my two baby grandsons, ELLIOT, who is a year old on 12th April and BRADLEY, who is two on 7th April.
Olivia Kent Mar 2016
Time flies, as none can clip his wings.
No matter how old he is.
Never shall he die.
He is not by us controllable.
No harness him restrain.
He stops for all among us.
But himself he remains unchanged.
(c)LIVVI
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