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Nothing compares to deep conversation That fills moments throughout the day Your eyes glisten brighter than the moon Wear a smile that takes my breath away Night's mysterious magnetic field Nothing like the pull of your gravity Your voice keeps me anchored Protected from outside depravity Cannot find hesitation in your touch No spoken words carry fear, doubt You leave, I capture your essence Place to place I roam about I scrub my skin, wash my past down the drain Hands are wrinkled under a leaden waterfall Noise from newly-born wishes echo Songs of emotion off the ceiling and walls Your steady calm carries to my head Always ready, in fear of no one Charming, witty, a natural deciever War-fueled strength challenged by none If I could, I would bottle your light I can't, so I try to memorize Your hand and mine fit together Space of doubt between your eyes Have to force my gaze away Too easy to lose myself in your lines When you touch my naked flesh Swear the galaxy aligns Trying to make changes you deserve Make something of our supply of tears A future for hands to arrange Melt into as we conquer the years
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Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC
Nothing Compares
Nothing compares to deep conversation That fills moments throughout the day Your eyes glisten brighter than the moon Wear a smile that takes my breath away Night's mysterious magnetic field Nothing like the pull of your gravity Your voice keeps me anchored Protected from outside depravity Cannot find hesitation in your touch No spoken words carry fear, doubt You leave, I capture your essence Place to place I roam about I scrub my skin, wash my past down the drain Hands are wrinkled under a leaden waterfall Noise from newly-born wishes echo Songs of emotion off the ceiling and walls Your steady calm carries to my head Always ready, in fear of no one Charming, witty, a natural deciever War-fueled strength challenged by none If I could, I would bottle your light I can't, so I try to memorize Your hand and mine fit together Space of doubt between your eyes Have to force my gaze away Too easy to lose myself in your lines When you touch my naked flesh Swear the galaxy aligns Trying to make changes you deserve Make something of our supply of tears A future for hands to arrange Melt into as we conquer the years
I think my sad poetry is a lot better than mu happy poetry
AmandaKayBurke
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30/F/Alaska
Aug 1, 2018
Aug 1, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC
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