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Time and again you ask for my eyes, should I donate
But before you do this let me your heart to confiscate
Still I fail to determine whether you are my soulmate
Then you should not have asked for this let me state
The problem is you live in my eyes let me get vacate
And after that how will I be able to take and captivate
Your beautiful image your wonderful curves to satiate
So please be liberal in your demand and do not advocate

If still you insist on your irrational demand and desire
Then before doing all this I have my love right to aspire
After taking my eyes destroy me and the burn in the fire
I want to see you out of your attire naked before I expire
Make me understand that you are doing it in love entire
I don't want to know what will happen when I will retire

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
The important things
Have become arbitrary landmarks
I feel a detached distaste
A numbness when I cross my mind
I wanted to be  
beautiful, mysterious, adventurous
I wanted to be free...
The farther I look for myself
The more intricately I web myself in
The idea of a person..
have I become that person
What does that even mean?
When does reinvention
Become destruction?
Do you keep falling
Because you've grown attuned to the motion?
When do decisions become muscle memory?
I'm digging tunnels , digging pits
Lights fade out , I forget I need saving
I'm more vulnerable
Than I'd like to be
While holding your hand
With my heart on my sleeve.

To reach out and grab it
Would be easy, it's true.
I could be yours
In a second or two.

No means of defense
With our fingers entwined,
Yet I've never seen hands
Fit so perfect in mine.

My instinct is pressing,
It whispers, "Let go..
If he takes your heart,
He takes all the control."

These are uncharted waters
I'm diving into.
But I think I'll be happy,
If I'm swimming with you.
 Dec 2016 Sydney Marie
mikev
u had a 'freckle'
u called a blemish
i had a scar
from a wound i couldn't remember
we held hands on swings at sunset -
i was seven
i saw the automobiles come
and go and we swung
and swayed
your hair, i still remember, today
 Nov 2016 Sydney Marie
mike
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 Nov 2016 Sydney Marie
mike
it is because
my life is so large
but my eyes are so small
sending signals to an even tinier mind.

it is the intelligence between atoms.

it is something.

i think it is
a cause to find.
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