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He's brown like coffee,
carmel flavored candy ,
cinnamon sticks and
sweet like whipped cream.
That's how he seems to
me. His eyes glow brighter
than any owl in the night
sky. The vibes he creates
make you feel high as if your
floating on the fluff of the
clouds above like turtle
white doves. He's pure like
organic fruit. And has a smile
that's super cute. He's free
like beautiful rainbow
coloured fish in the sea. And
wild as an alfa wolf that
knows how to lead his pack
by keeping them on the right
track and never leaving
anyone back. Pretty and
handsome is how he is to me.
His words have a little bit
of Edgar Allan Poe , mystery
and madness. But as we all
know thats whats good for
one's soul. Every word he
says is like gentle soft music
to my ears. Every word he
says makes the happy tears
roll down shy on my blushing
cheeks. For his words are made
of the finest poetry to me.
His words heal the bruises
before they grow and swell
it almost seems like their
magic as well. My angel
from the heavens above.
My husband and future.
My person and home is
what i have to say in order
to explain this all. He's
mine he's mine he's mine.
And so did the angels write
down in the history of the
sky. As they painted every
kiss shared between us
two. And every word said
with tenderness and care
in empty rooms. They carved
his words in the particles
floating in the morning's
fresh air. And on every
shore that welcomes the
tides. He's mine He's mine
He's mine* ~
I spoke those words, and
immediately almost choked on them
I always second guess decisions,
usually I conclude I made the wrong one

but with you it felt right, at first
now I'm only left with doubts, and the thought
that maybe it was all too soon
because there's only silence between us

you rarely open up to me
yet when you do, I feel loved
the moment is always fleeting
with you, it's  either feast or famine

now I am scared to death to even talk to you
I'm scared that I might've lost you
scared of what you'll say, or not say
when all I really want to know is...

do you feel the same way about me?
It doesn't seem like you even care that we go days without talking. I always play this game of how long will it take her to miss me enough to actually message me. ( I always lose, and end up texting you )
Invisible wall
                 That separates me from you
                                                            **And everyone else
 Jan 2015 shawan sharma azad
slew
Thoughts, ideas, words, actions.
People, enemies, friends, demons.
Dear life,
You've taught me a lot.
But the only thing
I'm gonna tell my children about you is,
' you will never stop teaching'.
Every time she leaves
My heart grieves
A little more
That I know..

You are very much hurting everyday
You feel like you just can't get away
Tears of blood cloud in your eyes till you can't see
Hurting and hurting longing to be free

Tears congregate and form into a puddle
Silently you are masking the pain, the struggle
All these while you are suffering in silence
Quietly resisting the emotional violence

You lift your eyes, but dimmed with grief
Your sorrow lends but only weak relief
You die everyday, you are wearied
It's like you're dressed at the funeral of regret, not yet buried

The stabbing pain you don't wish to bare
Nothing could make you feel better even if you share
You are gathering the strength you have in your soul
To beat the drums, feed the fire with coal

You are dipping your pain in inkwell heart
And scrawling out what you are feeling
Those words becoming the tourniquet
You don't know when your heart will stop bleeding
How do I tell you..that I know..
Dedicated to all the all the bleeding hearts out there..
I kinda wish I never met you.
You know why?

Because before you:
I didn't know what true happiness was.
I was content with being alone.
I thought love was fake.
I enjoyed life.

But now that you've come into my life and then left:
I cry because I'll never truly be happy again.
I hate being lonely.
I know how incredible love is.
I can't enjoy life because you were all that ever made me happy,
And you left me dead on the street.

Thanks for ruining my life,
This was hard for me to write because I still love you and my life was amazing with you. But I hate life without you and I just want to die.

I realize the title doesn't have much to do with the poem. The hardest part of a poem for me is the title.
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