and i will make new memories by
mixing fresh januarys with blossoming aprils
and
sprouting marches will be tossed with hearty novembers
and
a dash of ambition and a handful of benevolence

Handle with care,
Fragile,
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.
Like a bomb.
9/8/2020

Clamming
Ur
Real
Rich
En new coins

should i grasp you
so tightly to my heart
that your soft and gentle
wings may break
are you that vulnerable
may you leave me
and fly away from my heart
and feel the essence of freedom
as you joyfully drink in
the love of another

I drown each and every night
in your dark, deep pool of eyes
suffocating but enchanting with no end
they beckon to me, and draw me in
hold me in a magical spell

I lose myself in your eyes
i search over and over for my soul
which you might have stolen
and hidden in your pool of eyes
never realizing till the end
that the strange, mysterious eyes
has always been seeking
to capture me and drag me
to the dark depth, in you pool of eyes