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G Nov 2014
Its been two years without true feeling
of the earnest gesture of friendship

Misguidedly tucked away
Far from my one true solice

While life will endeavor to push us forward
While the most savory piece of life still hangs
To my waited breath
G Nov 2014
could hardly go without an hour
glower, in light of the love she would shower
whats to be done when we're all i could do
where's meant life's light if it cannot pass through
G Aug 2014
In this dream-scrape
In my minds eye
It's a heartbreak
Without your sigh

We're at the blue house
With the black door
But when you're not here
Sleep is just a chore

Visit tonight, Visit tonight,
Visit tonight, Visit tonight,

Visit tonight, Visit tonight,
Visit tonight, Visit tonight,

Whats the point of lucidity
When it's not you here that's with me

In this dream-scrape
In my minds eye
Here's just pointless
Without your sigh
?
G Aug 2014
I ache for our simple pleasures
For our tired, languid, gestures
For our vested, fruitful, leisure
Though our time and distance often measured
While both our suppressor
Let us never accept lesser
Than our treasured
Than our together
sap game on 1 hundred
G Mar 2014
3 a.m. and change
stumbled there again
extended beach and pier
a stuttered kiss and cheap beer

night's highest winds and shaken wharf
clouds swirl, trees shuffle, the night shrouds darker
for Earth, their giant, were left it's dwarf
counting constellations from its harbor
just drunk, humble
as berries of it's bramble.
fantasy
G Mar 2014
I crave so much
it curdles my blood
I need some release
I need to be loved

Love cakes my arteries
sweetness encroaches me
It's giving me cavities
bound as its devotee

Our life can't start soon enough
Getting off on hate just feels too rough
When due south we both will flee
When bodies close our parted sea
G Mar 2014
I want to see her blink
I want to feel the touch
The seaming of her skin
Hand in hand, its clutch.

The texture of her hair
Between my finger tips
Your words in my ear
The magnetism, your lips
unfinished, I wouldn't doubt.
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