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Peter Simon Nov 2014
She
She smiled softly but this time it was different. Her face smiled, but her eyes didn't.
Peter Simon Nov 2014
In a straight line I walk,
A lot of work, without talk
Under leaves and over rocks
Heavy lifts to keep our stocks

The Queen has ordered this
Everything she wants, we can't miss
Now, I regret I've followed her wish
'Cause I've risked my life with this

The enormous creature's over our heads
Makes me wanna break our thread
Its gigantic limb slowly lands
And the last thing I could do is wave my hands...
Peter Simon Nov 2014
Can you even fool the butterflies?
Peter Simon Nov 2014
I wanna say I love you but it means falling, and I'm afraid of heights.
Peter Simon Nov 2014
With you, I’m complete. With you, I’m alive. I might be stuttering, but I like the feeling. The feeling of having those butterflies flapping their wings inside my stomach. It just feels heaven. And when I say heaven, it seems I could live eternally. Happiness.
Peter Simon Nov 2014
It has always seemed forever
That I could ever hold you closer
The reality that always embraces me,
I will never get why exactly

Your wisps as black as ebony,
Your lips as red as cherry;
Your eyes as blue as the sea,
Your skin that seemed so snowy

If only I could caress you,
In my arms I’ll surround you;
I know your body’s not that feeble,
But please, never eat that apple

For it surely will ruin my dream,
Dream of having you as my Queen;
Of course, there’s only you who could satisfy,
The thirst that in heaven, I could fly

You, M’lady, could never be replaced
‘Till I die and my body be laid
But still, you did what I asked you to never do
Now my life drained out of color, of hue…

It will always seem forever
That I’ll never ever hold you closer
The reality will eternally restrain me,
My heart will, for all of time, be lonely
Peter Simon Nov 2014
I’m lying steady on my bed,
Voices kept knocking in my head;
Gently, the breeze tickles my pores
And my eyes wouldn’t even close

An enormous fear bothers me
Anxious of something ordinary;
I know, myself could never vary

“My black shiny strands will turn grey,
Soon…

My smoothly splendid cover will be wrinkled,
Soon…

My loud but sweet squeaks will slowly fade,
Soon…”

Then salty water rolls on my cheeks,
Until it gradually kisses my lips
Every little thing disappears,
Even the playful mind that speaks
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