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For what diamonds are forever, boy,
And I wish you were mine.
Diamonds are forever joy,
And life must give you time.
We don’t know what ancient goes,
So why must we wait, sublime?
The smell of your dear cologne,
Makes wonder love to rhyme.
To tell you not I’m on a mission,
Would only be a sweet lie.
To lay eyes upon you on of our train,
You may wish me to despise.
So where you wonder,
I wonder not,
You must and why?
Diamonds are forever coy,
Your love to come,
Not to deny.
So where you sleep,
I wish not sheep,
Too homeless young,
Skin loving fleece.
To picture you and me,
So high?
Dear loving God,
Come tell me so,
To break his heart,
This we know,
We do not want to cry…
Please, parents to love you,
I’ve seen your thought,
You shouldn’t want to let them go.
By now I hope a girl you caught,
You must learn love in order to show…
Forbidden that we should be -
For diamonds are forever thee…
From listening song,
Where I rightfully lost us long…
I thank God where us untouched,
From when we will find love very much.
To question love,
To let go clutch.
Your red Bulls jersey,
Biceps much.
Batman necklace,
Eyes reckless.
Diamonds?
Jealous…
Silly stones jealous of your beauty alone -
Infectious…
So lost I left us a train…
Forbidden stay - let it be such…
Sunset Meadows Nov 2019
He sits
All alone

Waiting
For his love

Never would he guess
He would fall for him

A beautiful man
As bright as the sun

Like a flower
With no time to fade

Fluffy hair
Bouncing in the wind

What I wouldn't do
To have him as mine

Over time they fell
Falling deeper as time went on

Finally ending
This romantic fairy tale
Tell me what you think.
fray narte Jul 2019
We always dreamed of
boarding that plane
and running away
to some old countryside in Europe
and you’d sell your poetry
to printing presses and
I’d play my songs
in shopping streets,

and boy, were we clueless
that a year later,
you’ll be running your fingers
down his spine to his tailbone,
as if they are the spaces
between the horizontal lines of your paper,

and I’ll be running high
on caffeine and regrets
and playing new songs about you —

new songs

you’ll never hear.

— The End —