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Love a girl who writes
and live her many lives;
you have yet to find her,
beneath her words of guise.

Kiss her blue inked fingers,
forgive the pens that marked.
the stain of your lips upon her-
the one she can't discard.

Forget her tattered memories,
or the pages others took;
you are her ever after
the hero of her book
You will not see my shadow pass
the gate of mournings eerie dark
Nor hear my voice among the reeds
that grow above my silenced heart
No fondest kiss to furrowed brow
to quell the torment of your making
for you have left me here alone
to sleep the sleep that knows no waking.
The last line was pilfered from a Victorian grave stone. It was too beautiful to leave there.
 Oct 2016 Pinkbun17
May
The tea cup
 Oct 2016 Pinkbun17
May
It was made by her hand
Just like other days
Adding tea milk and sugary sugar
Except one thing
That was her love
Her beautiful hand
Left she used for all her works
With the ring
Represented the bond of life
The tea cup was lucky and happy
To be carried by her hand
Smooth and soft
The tea cup was overflowed with happiness
It smiled
But she thought it was steaming
Due to hotty hot boiled water
It was the destination of its journey
She kept it on a table
Clear and well organized
With a laptop on it
A man kept staring at it
But he did not notice
That she brought a tea
Did not smile with her
The tea cup felt strange
The man was ignoring it
The tea cup was boring
The morning breeze came in
From the opened windows
Tea cup felt sad
The smile started to fade
The curls of steam started to fade
As it was crying hard
One hour left
The man was gone
The tea cup was alone
The steam too has gone
Cold it was
 Oct 2016 Pinkbun17
Tashea Young
Our Realtionship became like the game of truth or dare.
Unaware that the questionnaire would make an emotional wear and tear.
Aurguements Reached despair.
That was the end of our enchanting love affair.
My mouth became a ***** chair
Because you turned into a grizzly bear.
What happened to us Dear?
Because The I can taste the hatered in the air
Everytime that you and I are near
I sense the tension in the atmosphere
Its like you can suspect my fear.
No Warning sign! So Just Beware.
Love doesnt live Here.
Nor does it dwell there.
I became your toxin
And so you became boxed and locked in
Confused and had no other option.
And You, You were my deadly venom
You were like a strong Wind with Serious Momentum.
Our feelings we resent 'em.
We became each others addiction.
Triggering Afflection
Feeling Constriction.
Generating Friction
Mentally and Emotionally we have both given an eviction.
for each other we dont even seem to care.
At first it was so sincere.
But now this burdern I can no longer bare.
Now our hearts are well aware
That Love Doesnt live here
Nor does it dwell there.
True story of my relationship gone bad
 Oct 2016 Pinkbun17
Ma Cherie
Flying
free
you
& me
we
are
a
flame
move
the
same
playing
games
wouldn't
blame
one
that
rages
burning
pages
batting
lashes
sifting
ashes

****

I'm
gone
feeling
drawn
just
like
magic
kinda
tragic
in
illusions
&
delusions

electricity
flowin'

night
knowin'

seeds
  sowin'

smoke
blowin'

not
platonic
  so
ironic
  in
my
veins
& in
my
brain

just
a friend
come
again?

loving
me
a
mystery
under
spell
wouldn't
tell
body
ache
legs
shake
Earth
quakes
wanna
take,

take
a
chance
at
romance
another
dance
  strange
love
  from
above
I
agree,
you
& me
burning
down
sleepy
town
in
a groove
gotta
move
don't
fight it
just
ignite it
fired
feet
feel
the
heat
&
the
beat
I can
treat

treat
you
right
for
tonight
record
playing
hips
swaying
I'm
waiting
breath
baiting
outta
time
in
our
prime
feeling
fine
you
are
mine
don't
think
don't
even
blink

don't
say maybe
I got you baby. ❤


Cherie Nolan©2016
❤ ....hmmmm...just thinking. ; )
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