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The Vault Oct 2017
I couldn't speak
I looked at you
And all my breath escaped
And when I touched your face
I knew I could never let you go
I will be by your side. And I shall stay. Your partner in crime. And the one to pick you up.
Britney Lyn Sep 2017
You make me breathless, but please put your hands around my throat and choke so I can at least enjoy you slowly killing me.
Your hands are all I've thought about today.
Rebel Heart Jul 2017
Kiss me so deep
That I forget what it is to breathe...

Let me taste the sweet sins of your soft lips
Map out every inch of my bare skin
Let me get lost in the music
of your body against mine
Until the earth starts to shake and spin

Because if tonight's all we have
Then darling make me all yours
Don't think about the future and what's past

Because when the sun betrays us in the morning
This perfect illusion will disappear
Don't worry we both knew we wouldn't last

But if there's one thing I know for sure
It's the fact that I'll forever be marked yours
And the memories of you will keep me breathless.
So until we meet again, my poisonous old friend
Kiss me with your toxic lips once more
I had to take out some parts of this poem in the attempt to keep it short. Lost in the chaos of 2015 I'm not sure what inspired this poem but I found this tragically beautiful, like most doomed loves nonetheless... enjoy! ~BM
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Rah-Rah Jun 2017
It was of sticks and stones,
They shaped the words
That leave my breathless lips
And catch on the ends of your ears.

It was of moths and flames,
They guided my hopeful eyes
To the cracked sidewalks
That I would soon know as home.

It was of strings and tan paper,
They wrapped my heart
Like a present you didn't want to receive
But you accepted with a slim smile anyway.

It was of mist and fog,
That filled my clouded lungs
And drowned out my words
So they could never hang on the lobes of your ears.

But I like a mountain in the wind
Let you breeze past me,
The scent of warm blankets and hot rod cars
Passed with you

But your breeze whispered to me
At once the mist and fog cleared
And the moths receded from the flames
And the stones felt like mere pebbles
My first poem in a while please feel free to leave constructive criticism!
Marco A Vargas May 2017
I am close not because
I wish to take a better look at you
But because your iris entices me

I am tight-lipped not because
I have nothing to say to you
But because you leave me breathless
Breathe;

I know there was a time when you thought,
you would burn bright like the shooting- stars with me;

Does it make you breathless,
How we became,
Candles throbbing with a steady flame.
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