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 Aug 2020 relahxe
Jasleen kalra
And if you are to love,
Love as the moon loves.
It doesn't steal the night,
It only unveils the beauty of the dark.

And if you are to love,
Love as the rain loves.
It doesn't wet the bodies,
It only washes the sad dirt of the souls.

And if you are to love,
Love as the wind loves.
It doesn't drift away,
It only cleanse you to the core by invading through each pore.

And if you are to love,
Love as the sun loves.
It doesn't radiates heat,
It only pours its warmth on you to enlighten your way.

And if you are to love,
Love as the star loves.
It doesn't delightfully twinkles,
It only reminds you that not even death can separate two hearts.

And so forth,
if you are to love
Love as the whole universe
& not just a part of it.
 Aug 2020 relahxe
Francie Lynch
If
 Aug 2020 relahxe
Francie Lynch
If
If you were a book,
I'd read you again.

If you were a ride,
I'd wait in line.

If you were my dream,
I'd never awaken.

If you were a star,
I'd never look down.

If you were a flower,
I'd never look up.

If you were mine,
I don't know what I'd do;
But I'd do it.
 Aug 2020 relahxe
Tiana Marie
She was like music,
and I longed to dance.

Her heart was the beat,
and I begged for the chance.

Her words were the vocals,
and I was put in a trance.

Her smile was the melody,
and I fell in love at first glance.
 Aug 2020 relahxe
dichotomous
she was so beautiful
so i plucked her from her bed,
denied her a glass of water,
and suffocated her between
two encyclopedias
so she could stay
that way
f
o
r
e
v
e
r
Maybe
we weren't
meant
for the
things
we wished
we
were meant
for.

Maybe,
just maybe,
somehow,
someday,
we will
be
meant for
the
very things
we
never expected.
 Jul 2020 relahxe
Sandoval
Him
 Jul 2020 relahxe
Sandoval
Him
I loved him.
And I love this brokenness he left in me.

The freckles on my chest,
that carry his name.

The loneliness in my eyes,
that wonder where he sleeps at night.

I carry his pain,
and I sleep with it in the dark,
when the sun is still out.

It's better than feeling numb.
This hurt, tells me he's still alive inside of me.

He's the reason my dead heart,
still tries to beat for life.


*Sandoval
 Jul 2020 relahxe
Sandoval
Poet
 Jul 2020 relahxe
Sandoval
Ill be my own
poet.
I need no other
words
that are not my
own,
telling me of all
the greatness
inside my star
gasping
soul.


*Sandoval
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