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 Jun 2014 pastelflowr
slew
*Scars*
 Jun 2014 pastelflowr
slew
Whenever I try to heal my scars
I get one more
and happiness gets too far
Frozen,
I am trapped
In this desert of snow
The thought of you
keeps me going
I drag my feet
searching for direction
I fall on my feet
I weep in frustration...
A sudden movement I feel
underneath..
in the thickest snow...
I can't believe
I feel you move...
under my feet
I hear you whisper
words of love
I stop and listen
True... You are breathing my name...
telling me to be strong..
pleading me to move on...
instantly I stand
to brave the crazy snow storm
a gush of icy cold wind slaps softly
on my cheeks..
Yes I will brave myself..
Cause I know at the end of this
tunnel of hardship
there is you..
standing with an open arm...
 May 2014 pastelflowr
Riptide
We’re only young
The way it should be
Fun and Lovely
Never should it be about me
But about you
From both sides of the scale
Always looking to bring about a smile
Or a breath-absorbing laugh
Always looking to face the sun
You way
Brightening you day
In any way possible
Always should

To stand in you way
Just so that harm wouldn’t have its way
Always being the Thor
At the Fort Knox Vault of your heart
‘Coz keeping you safe and ‘sane’;
Is always keeping me safe and ‘sane’
Like an empathy link

The way it should be
Fun and lovely
Never shall it be about me
But about you.
From both arms of the scale
Always about us.
 May 2014 pastelflowr
Natasha
the problem with
being a poet in love,
is that you savour
& trust each word your lover has
without  question.

we are simply in love
with bare literature,
spoken from the lips of someone we hold
in higher regard
than ourselves sometimes.

when you love a poet
each word you utter,
should be a piece of artwork

each sentence,
a highly thought out structure of awe and beauty to leave us seeping
in the warmth of your voice
caressing such fine words

so when deciding that you love someone,
who writes or reads
fill their souls with beauty, memories & truth especially,
for a poet's heart breaks at ease.
thoughts.
Kiss me like you need me
Like you're drowning
And my lips are the last
Breath of air

Kiss me like you missed me
Like you're clutching at
Strings and I'm a
Violin

Kiss me like it's our last
Like you're running down
The sands of time and
Slipping through the cracks

Kiss me with passion
Like you mean it
Put everything you could never say
Into your sigh
Don't let go
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