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You asked me to dance
At two am
In the darkened kitchen
With no music
The sound of cars roaring by outside
Me in my nightgown, you in your satin pajamas
I remember the room smelled of lilacs
And I said yes
So we danced the early morning away
And then climbed into bed
Just for a few hours
Until it was time to face the day again
And I can remember your
Soft whisper
Before you drifted off
To dreams
Too many memories
Golden sunlight streaming
Trees, red and orange haze
The way we laughed together
Stop remembering
No more memories
Not from your room
Not spending hours talking
Not understanding, respect
and no love
Especially not love
Not now, not ever
Not ours
Welcome
here are
the doors of Hell
Those who know the
tongue of angels are
no longer considered pure
The fire and ice will
consume you
Good luck getting
out
See you on judgement day
when you're a skeleton
or bag of bones
Your world has ended
Welcome to mine
your tiny hands, your crazy kitten smile
the way you ran your fingers through your hair
it's not another meeting in the aisle
don't you feel something in the winter air?

i don't think anyone here meets just once
i'll make sure to forget you for next time
hope you'll excuse me for being a dunce
not seeing that you're only worth a dime

suppose i hold on to your memory
just this once, i will not let you leave me
would you think i'm hallucinatory?
suppose nothing, i'll throw you out with glee

not to think of you for a day is rare
just 'cause you feel it, doesn't mean it's there
a sonnet written for my creative writing class, borrowing lyrics from various Radiohead songs
i leave my skin on the trees
and my brain in the clouds
my eyeballs sit in the rose bush
(watching all that goes past)
and my toes are stuck to the pavement
my lungs can be found in the nearest mailbox
(if you look closely you can see them still breathing)
my lips are in the catnip plants
kidneys on top of the telephone poles
but my heart,
my poor, beating heart
is with you
(storms expose our deepest secrets)
taking the edge off
my mind
the isolation, the thoughts
clashing together
(i am all alone)
now there is someone
who's half of me
and half of them
the shadows of our breath
in the freeze
help me forget
our thoughts
(i leave my skin on the trees)
vicious motivator
crimes of passion of bloodlust
paralytic of sorts
silent agonizing over one moment
how could it have been like this
how could it not
(i can remember how i used to feel but i don't feel it now)
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