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 Sep 2015 rainingdreams
Taylor
I love you, and because I do...I want you to find someone who loves you as much as I do—more, if possible. Because you can't love me, because you don't want my love, don't want me. But I love you more than anything, enough to let you go if you ask, enough to stay knowing I'll never be your person, enough to be your friend when it's killing me, enough to wish you a love that's legendary with someone you love back.
This love is the end of my loneliness
And the beginning of my suicide.
 Apr 2014 rainingdreams
Natasha
the problem with
being a poet in love,
is that you savour
& trust each word your lover has
without  question.

we are simply in love
with bare literature,
spoken from the lips of someone we hold
in higher regard
than ourselves sometimes.

when you love a poet
each word you utter,
should be a piece of artwork

each sentence,
a highly thought out structure of awe and beauty to leave us seeping
in the warmth of your voice
caressing such fine words

so when deciding that you love someone,
who writes or reads
fill their souls with beauty, memories & truth especially,
for a poet's heart breaks at ease.
thoughts.
 Apr 2014 rainingdreams
voodoo
So convinced that this is the end,

You tore through turbulent existence;

Your sentences, all past tense.

What is foe was once a friend,

Yet, you seek rhetoric arguments

And metaphors that never make sense.

Some crazy paradox? – If I can comment,

Your presence was always permanent.

The madness brimmed and quickly spilled

Actions of mindlessness – impulse -

Jumped the cliff, the water repulsed

Skull against stone, drilled.

While the gulls cried out grim lullabies,

Your soul fell through the punctured skies.
for K, as has always been.
 Dec 2013 rainingdreams
TheAshes
You came into my life,
Without a single hello,
Never thought you were the one,
To be my hero.

I don't know why,
I don't know how,
But all I know,
You're a part of my life,
Without I even realised,
Until you're gone,
Gone for months.

You said you missed me,
Very,
Felt like there was a sunshine in me,
A bright star above my bed,
A firefly on my head,
Summer breeze on my cheeks,
Calling my name as you speak.

The melody of your words were so true,
Felt like falling in love with every you,
We hope to meet in reality,
But the reality is just a fantasy,
That looks like a dream to me.

You were tangled with your past,
With the flashback that comes fast,
Trying to move on even when it hurts,
Trying to forget when it seems impossible.

All you need is space,
All you need is time,
I know it is hard,
I'm sorry for not understanding enough

I don't know what's happening
I don't know how you feel
I don't know what you want
I don't know how to read your mind

Am I too complicated?
Or I was just too over-reacted
Didn't you cry when I say goodbye?
Don't you say it was all a lie

I could't wait for you to be mine,
See you for the first time,
Now I just have to set in mind
To let you go for this last time.
It was many and many a year ago,
  In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
  By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
  Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
  In this kingdom by the sea:
But we loved with a love that was more than love—
  I and my ANNABEL LEE;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
  Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
  In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
  My beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
So that her highborn kinsmen came
  And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
  In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
  Went envying her and me—
Yes!—that was the reason (as all men know,
  In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
  Chilling and killing my ANNABEL LEE.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
  Of those who were older than we—
  Of many far wiser than we—
And neither the angels in heaven above,
  Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes
  Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride,
  In her sepulchre there by the sea—
  In her tomb by the side of the sea.
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