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Roisin Aug 2017
her face fell ashen
as she said her goodbyes
with him, he took passion
and the light in her eyes.
Roisin Aug 2017
His kiss was as sweet as Spring
The light graze of his lips against mine
radiated warmth and melted away any of my worries
as if they were nothing
they ceased to exist.
His kiss spoke the words I didn’t know how to say.
I’d always feel his smile against my lips
before his strong hands caressed my cheek
tracing my jawline before gently pulling me in.
In that silence all of our secrets were laid bare
all of our passions and the spark of love that existed
between us could not be hidden.
In that moment, in his love, I was strong
Roisin Aug 2017
a warmth, a desire
to start my fire

a spark, a light
to love despite

a flame, a match
to fall, to catch

to love, to leave
young, naive.
Roisin Jun 2017
pride was her weakness
but then pride caught fire
now her pride is burned

pride was her weakness
but then pride grew tired
now her pride is yearned

pride was a relic of her insanity
her pride, her vanity
hit with reality
she is no longer proud.
Pride - a deadly sin.
Roisin Jun 2017
it wasn’t love
rather lust
a gentle hand
a breach of trust
a quickened breath
an easy lie
a dance with death
a hard goodbye.

— The End —