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Oh, please come play with me
outside in the summer
breeze.
We could climb a tree
and act like
we're three.
Please, come play with me.
We could catch
butterflies
or
dance in the rain.
What else is there to gain
from being here
with
me
...
Photographs. Smiling back. Peering into the abysmal stare of the soul. A moment in time captured and imprisoned.......Oh the life a photograph lives to be stuck in a book placed on a wall........alone........afraid.....unwanted most times. Glanced at when craving a sense of nostalgia. Of a time left behind.......Maybe we are all just photographs waiting and wishing that the moment will come when someone will look at us again..............
a midday *****,an uncalled visitor
your growth i shall stem.
you and me
we redefine being *****
for a midday **** is but one(of seven).
for long have we been in isolation
blurry front butts lead to *******.
you and me,we're a team.
i yank
you spit and roll over
and in pagan unison we thank
the sweet nymph of punaani .
a fragrant flower will wilt with time.
the moon gives way to the sun.
mountains crumble and the young,
grow hideous with every passing moment.

fickle birds leave land for another
men seek company in sin and lust
it is but the way of the world
to move on and leave what was once
beautiful,a burning memory.
So maybe he touched my soul
And claimed it was old
Stole it
With honest intent
To never return it to my body

So maybe he touched my hips
And sank his teeth into my lips
Ripped them
With honest intent
To never hear me speak

So maybe he drank my tears
And extracted every fear
Before walking
With honest intent
To leave me dehydrated
Some say 'need' is a strong word, compared to 'want'

But you see people don't understand what I feel towards her.
No one knows the butterflies in my stomach when I talk to her.

I'm a coward.

I'm scared I'll push her away, or let her go.
So I don't tell her how I feel, so no one knows.

There's only so many words to express this love. But I know deep down I don't 'want' her, which is terrifying.

Because I then realise I 'need' her
I've got to stop writing poems about you. my entire journal is filled with your name and I'm not entirely sure how I'm passing all my classes when all I ever do is daydream about your hands. i think I'm going insane because lately, it's gotten to the point where I am wishing I was the white cotton sheets that you carelessly sleep in. I have found myself making wishes to be the cigarettes you love to smoke so deeply; so I could be in between your lips and you would be addicted to me.
***
in a circle,
it spins.
a double helix.
my own personal dna.
genetically modified.
underneath the core
lies truth and honesty.
something we're not destined for.
cylindrical oppositions.
and yet,
we are not allowed to
reproduce.
The way you convinced me things would never change
scared me and warned of dire times to come
the times where it is not me you come too when things aren't well
the times where i am left to ponder
"what did i do?"
yes i am in love with you
i can not deny this fact
but you know my allegiance to being part of the memories you make
with or without me holding your hand.
i am not valiant enough to be in your presence
for only a true knight deserves to serve a fitting queen.
Our eternity together draws a near end
and i can do nothing to prevent it
nothing but wait
yeah this ***** hahahaha
Most of us write
of how bitter
our first kisses
tasted

Mine
tasted like
a limited edition candy
found in an old candyshop
after three years

Like
exhaled smoke
of  your first
mentholated cigarrete

it tasted
like home
after years of
being lost
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