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Talking to a sorry seamstress.
Hanging out in New Orleans.
A witch, she stole you from you jeans,
Robbed you of your lover,
Sold you onto another.
Satan himself.

Exerted the most passionate of mind control.
When full of magic she robbed your soul.
Full of pizzazz and all that jazz.

Black cats and ravens.
Unholy houses, unsafe havens.
Voodoo.
Trembling zombies,
Out to munch.
Petrified lunch.

Potions.
Lotions.
Evil devotions.
Incensed.
Incantations.
New Orleans.
Zombie nation.
(C) Livvi
Faded skies of grey and blue
Obliterated memories of me and you
Twenty one days of pain and pleasure
A rewind of the things that we cannot measure

Resisting the affection that you’ve been asking for
Slowly the tears fall down to my cheeks once more
How can you love the monster standing infront of your door
Are you even sure that you are capable of loving, at all?

You can cry but not for too long
Your heart has been broken once more
This is the price that you have to pay
For playing the game, you weren’t suppose to play
Originally posted on my personal blog : iamnamedafterabiscuit.blogspot.com last November 03, 2011
Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
  As man’s ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
  Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh **! sing, heigh **! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
        Then heigh **, the holly!
        This life is most jolly.

      Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
      That dost not bite so nigh
        As benefits forgot:
      Though thou the waters warp,
      Thy sting is not so sharp
        As friend remember’d not.
Heigh **! sing, heigh **! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
        Then heigh **, the holly!
        This life is most jolly.
We walk by the shores
Sun in her waving hair fires
Jealous lake waters
Blue lips
Slow hips
Sway away, darling
I need to relax
But I more-so need
To express myself
To dress myself
With a smile
Fragrance myself
With positivity
Your passion within itself
Is my favourite scent
It is sweet
Like recognition
For who I am
But gentle
Like your touch
Like your art

Blue lips
Beautiful even when hurt
Soft even when bleeding
Swollen with effort
Stolen with a kiss
You touch my soul
With less fragility
You are rough
With your ideas
Your beautiful ideas
Share your ideology
With me, please
Spill your thoughts
Onto more than just paper
Pour yourself
Into my heart
As if you haven't already
Come back soon
I'll be here, waiting

Blue lips*
You must remember
That beauty comes
After pain...
You may go through a lot
But I see only more beauty
Within your bravery
I admire you
I desire you
For you are strong, darling
You are fierce
Pretty, simple, complicated,
Like a silver feather...
You just need to remember
That you will not be blue
Forever.
I was told to write a poem including the words "blue lips" and i think I did a pretty good job tbh
 Apr 2015 Özcan Mermaid
Sjr1000
A
single flower
on a young peach tree
glowing neon pink
in the morning sun
a single promise
of
what we all can be.
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