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  Aug 2014 Frustrated Poet
rufus
Sweetness in every hold,
the grasp of you can keep me still
hold me, forever and beyond and up until:
The connection gets stronger
the strings get tighter
and this infatuation float higher
Every move is flagrant -
every touch burns
too much to not be obvious,
Love, sweet love,
cohesive as can be
happiness in every stand
Let us burst in flames
let us ignite in this intensity
until we are nothing but ashes
Ashes that could cover up their eyes
let them shake their heads
let their minds see we how cogent love could be
Routines become us
and we become the universe itself,
and we become the life, the life itself.
on a scale of 1-Taylor Swift, how poetic can I be?
Frustrated Poet Aug 2014
You are such a **** beast,
You gorgeous flirtatious monster.
Frustrated Poet Aug 2014
Im scarred
Skin and soul
I never thought your words can heal
Your breathing in my neck is all I feel.
With a kiss
My flaws are long gone
They vanish with your touch
Until they mark none.
You're scent,
My oxygen in this toxic waste
The only fragrance I'd want to inhale
The only scent my lungs yearn.
Your every touch lingers,
Leaves precious marks,
Oh,your dainty fingers.

I'd trade any day
Just to be with you
only you
Let's run away
Far from here
Lead me there
I'll be right next to you.
We'll rest
Talk random and crazy
Share midnight memories
Under the moon's crest
Let's trace the stars
And name our own constellation
We'll be in our own little world again
It'll be our greatest elation.
Alive, real and radiant
Frustrated Poet Aug 2014
maybe ours would be as tragic
it is recorded, it still is
maybe ours could fake magic
it will never fade, it cant

maybe we could, maybe we wouldnt
but today was absolutely magnificent
lavished thoughts are scattered
and they are still recorded
You may as well not bother hiding it
Because I see, I know
You are aware of me like you weren't before
Truth tends to do that
It changes transforms
Reveals
And you can't help but look
Who's the obsessed one now?

Still me, probably.
Frustrated Poet Aug 2014
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Eyes locked like we'd never see each other again..
playful glances, staring contests
Hands entwined..
My language with you
Scribbled words..
Carefully traced on my palm
Faces, inches apart..
*I can feel you breathing
I can hear your heart beating
I like teasing you
Sorry not sorry
Frustrated Poet Aug 2014
This girl whom they thought
Was always whole,
Giving smiles and laughters
And of love was full

She blends her blues
With the night's darkness
Called the meteors for wishing
Wandered the unknown farthest.

Another day
Tomorrow a sunrise
Time to put on the mask
Give them a show
Fake a smile.
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