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I love you

Our young candles burned
brightest in April, May and June
all through October.
Our love was instant eternal
We loved each other in an instant
inside eternity's bussom
We became one deeply in love

The std specter had knocked,
the falsely imprisoning ****
born impotent seeking erections
paid a stranger
for semi **** fame to be photos of me.

Then ****** greedy thieves
came with envy jealousy
butchers and murderers
To watch how we
sounded in supernova

Your beacon of light
Arrives timely from
light-years and beyond
to say you love me too.
There's life there's hope
I sparkle in love with you
Your kind of love heals all.
Our inner beautyi
Guides Survives
Our road not taken
Acknowledged.

The ugly is a distant
and faint memory
Now archived.
~~~

By: Mr and Mrs Andrews
with Karijinbba
All rights reserved.
https://youtube.com/shorts/6Vf0lMMY89o?si=tejNgZhkv5_9uNUD supernovas loss hope
dailythoughts Jan 2021
last night we were more than fine
i drank an entire bottle of wine
thinking about the crime
on the offence of having today without you by my side

baby don’t just turn your face away from me
now that you are my source of sanity
i need you even more than last night
give us a chance to be
an almost
Sam Jan 2017
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Months, Moments, Minutes

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Speeding Sorrowful Seconds

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Heavy Hardy Hours

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Fleeting Forever

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Until they're gone

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*Poem may be revised*
I wrote a poem, 5 months ago today.
A poem I never thought I'd read again, something I put in the archives and never once believed that I'd see it in front of me again.
Here it is, today in my hands. I stare at the screen, because I don't know what else to become of it. To think how far I've come since that was written, to think of where I would be if it had never been inspired.
Emotion is felt in those harsh words, as I glance over them one more time. They speak to present day me, in a way I can't quite put a finger on. It is neither good nor bad, just, a feeling. I can remember being confused when I wrote it, and more so now as I read it. There are some things I guess you just never forget, ya know? The words said to me, will never be forgotten, because those are the words, who bring me to where I am today. The funny thing is, they came from the person you'd last expect, but hey, I have to have somebody to thank, because if those words never passed their lips...
I wouldn't have had the last 5 months.
Drifting in the shade
of Hello Poetry's grave
In archive (a kingdom's history)
the past has once been made

Stepping on the bleached bones
parade of dreams
Crunching fragments of sentenced themes

Epitaphs of honor
comments to poets 2010
Poems laid bare of praise lost in time

Great poems whose eyes
were never shed
In a broken aspiration
now lay dead

Cruch , crunch ,
the landscape littered in 2012
Oh what sacred feelings
not forthwith

Here ! lay my poems
to rest here
In 2014 my poems
of yesteryear

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