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Please, I beg
Do not make me your everything
Do not love me
More than you love you
 Mar 2018 saige
Dustin Dean
Hello?
 Mar 2018 saige
Dustin Dean
Hello?
Are you still there?
Moonlight colored sheets adorn
The fuzzy state I reside
Between lines and prospects
Tunnel vision takes us down
As we loom through doom
But fear not!
My darling
For there is light
At the end of our tunnel
A matrimony of harmony
And a will of steel
Our vows raise from poppies
Reflecting beams in our eyes
Though, I may not be there
But hand in hand
I shall say
Our love is destined
To never die

We will see to it
We will
 Mar 2018 saige
wordvango
Throws longer on green
Grass the younger
The new sun up above
Seems in the
Mornings

As the grays turn
More cold as the
Trees get more
Brittle as the birds
Speak less
Bolder
As the horizons
Get closer

Appreciations set in
Almost glaring in relief
Standing out quicker
Bolder more
Noticed.
More serene

Like birds I've never
Noticed on wing
Near the clouds near
The forest
Careen float
Like asterisks on clean
Paper
Awaiting their
Call

And as the shadows get
Longer and bolder I
Allow them, no enchant and
Caress, each one
As an angel
I've missed.
 Mar 2018 saige
Amanda Kay Burke
Lost in bittersweet
Memories of us. I hope
To never be found.
Thoughts anyone?
 Mar 2018 saige
unnamed
soon
 Mar 2018 saige
unnamed
the sun and moon
will fill eachother with what they are missing
the lonesome moon now beats the tides
and pulls them in to shore
just as the sun is met by moon, he says,
"I'm very CROSS with you."
they start to laugh as sun throws out his arms
and paints the crescents of his lover on the ground
 Mar 2018 saige
r
When I was thirteen
and still seeing daylight
between my ****** feet
I went to spend the night
with my best friend;
we watched Gunsmoke
on the TV and raided
the refrigerator;
I remember his sister
coming home later
and leaving a crack
in her door and taking
off her clothes before
turning the radio
of my childhood on
leaving it playing
all the hot night long
and I sill hum every one
of those sweet songs.
Yes, I heard your apology
You foolish, foolish kid
Don't you know the best apology
Is one you never have to give
 Mar 2018 saige
Amanda Kay Burke
I love you at Dawn, the sun rises,
While the rest of the world sleeps,
Soft like the glow that envelopes
The humans laid in crumpled heaps.

At daybreak the love we share
Blankets the earth and wind like fog,
Winding itself through meadows and streams,
Settling on each field and bog.

I love you in the morning
When birds sing their early song
The sky a striking shade of blue,
The still air remaining strong.

Midday my love has not wavered,
It burns as bright as the sun,
Shining down, only for you,
Even after the warmth is done.

My love for you continues at noon
As temperatures soar high
Above the clouds I'm dreaming of,
A place my desire goes to lie.

By afternoon my love is tired,
Worry weighing down each bone,
Despite the struggles that come
It remains as sturdy as stone.

In twilight my love still sparkles
While the radiance of day fades away,
When all light is steady dying
Ours will find a way to stay.

By evening my love grows anxious,
Transitions like the woods go dark
It flees before it is overtaken
But the dim in the trees leaves a mark.

The love we share paints sundown with
our passion in gold, pink, and red,
The sunset vibrant and striking
Like the wild whispered words we said

I love you even at dusk
With its silent shadows that stalk,
Infatuation fluidly flows
Deeper than the ink in which they dock.

Our love is exhausted by nightfall,
Still it shines as clearly as the moon,
Keeping company to fireflies
And chirping crickets that croon.

Midnight strikes; my heart is at rest,
But it is forever strong I am certain,
When tomorrow comes I will fall
In love with you all over again.
My love is an endless cycle
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