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Aug 2019
Hello there,
Again.
You’ve been quite preoccupied
Or so you said.
I didn’t quite make out,
But who really cares.
For your words are but glorified sawdust,
When you’re spilling out the truth,
Right there.
It's not much fun, honey.
I’ll have you know
That I much prefer when,
A smile twists and tangos with
Those satin eyes,
And those candied lips.
I can hardly try,
And hide from the heat now.
It’s the jaunty, chiselled,
Swing in your step.
That hard-earned ripple,
Begs me to believe,
Your gaze could laser
A heart shaped hole
Right through me.

Cause your words are but branches,
Makeshift ebony,
To cling onto when faced,
With a drought of summer.
And its searing blaze.
The memories shelter
When the wind roars high.
And occasionally when
Your eyes glint ‘yes’
I've behaved rather well,
I'm tempted to build,
A little tyre swing,
That could swirl to the skies,
And conquer the clouds,
When the time is ripe.
But I screech to a halt,
Chains crumple and twist.
Now and then,
When you start to recede
All over again.

And once in a while,
I have to stop and and wonder
why?
Oh honey, now is when we must come clean,
Why the ugly departures,
And flashing retreats?

Are you ever really here,
Or am I just imagining you
With me?
Written by
Rianna  19/F
(19/F)   
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     M-E, Nylee, Fawn, Stealing Victories and vicki
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