I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping
Children.
Memory of old tombs,
Rotting flesh and worms do
Not convince me against
The challenge. The years
And cold defeat live deep in
Lines along my face.
They dull my eyes, yet
I keep on dying,
Because I love to live.

I want a girl with eyes like daggers
that tear her up when she's looking at me
with a mind that badgers
and I know it's thinking about me

I want a girl with hair so wild
but eyes that could calm the sea
with a voice that smiles
every time it's talking about  me

I want a girl with a real good grip
and hands as soft as sunlight
with her arms wrapped 'round my hips
sleeping next to me all night

I want a girl that likes to read
so she can read all that I write about her
a constant source of inspiration to me
she never lets me run out of words

I want a girl that likes to ****
and wouldn't mind falling asleep right after
with a talent for making her own luck
and getting  people to fall for her

I want a girl that wants me too
that made a list of qualities I happen to possess
I want to know you're right for me and I'm right for you
and we won't turn this into a mess.

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                                           ­                                      *smndi

I still think about you frequently
And by that i mean every second
Of everyday.
I can't escape this broken heart
As if you were my first love,
Although I wanted you to be my last.
I've tried healing myself,
By dating other women
And yes, even men to.
Its actually became quite excessive,
But not one had been able to heal
The damage caused by you.
I want to move on,
I really do
But i also still want you.
In my dreams
You embrace me
And i glisten
But my dreams are always veiled,
And i wake in a state of disarray.
The while situation is opaque
And i feel oblivious
As i clutch onto something
That's no longer there.
But i visualize you
Still in love with me
Because i know
I still love you.