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Feb 2017
Nothing is what it seems.
You've got me coming undone
At the seams,
Me and my bruised knees.
But fleeting warmth
Is such a tease.
Stay just a little longer,
Please?

There's a certain kind of walk,
That comes with a certain kind of talk.
I think it's pointless,
But that doesn't mean it's not
Worth a shot.

I try so hard
To dress you in poetry,
But you just don't
Fit the imagery.
And I get eaten up
By jealousy and insecurities--
No, not lately.

I'm so distressed,
But I just can't express
How to resolve it,
But I can't absolve it.

I'd be clever
If I endeavored
Towards the pleasure
Of you and I
Together.

But I never claimed to be clever,
So it doesn't matter whether
Or not,
But I'll give it a shot.

I am the light pooled on the floor,
And you've found me here before.
You just didn't know,
But here we go:

If you take the pain out of love,
Love doesn't exist.
But we're flying up and above,
And I fly higher each time we kiss.
storm siren
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