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Kerri Jun 2016
Standing near you
Leaves me breathless.
You lean in
And I'm
Intoxicated
By your energy,
A fiery aura
That draws back
Its bow and
Pierces my soul
With its
Dream-laced
Arrows.
Letting the water rush around my ankles,
I whisper your name to the seafoam.
I roll my tongue around each syllable,
as if enunciation alone could draw
fate lines between us.

The water recedes,
and takes with it my breath.
I see now that the ocean is what taught you
to leave me gasping for air.
Hello again friends, it seems my voice has found its way back to me. I wonder what I will learn from it this time around.

As always, I'm at a loss for a title.
Jessie Taylor H Feb 2016
If your smile doesn't leave me breathless;
If the glimmer in your eyes,
Doesn't quicken the beat in my heart;
Than my feelings for you aren't real enough.

When our fingertips brush against each other,
I'll feel my chest tighten;
If  you're the one my mind is always on.

When we're alone in a room,
My mind will wonder;
About more than our playful jokes against each other.

Truth is,
There's something here.
But I'd prefer,
To continue to fall;
Than become a victim,
To that stupid grin.
2/18/2016
Adrienne Feb 2016
Let's play hide and seek
And let me
d                
i  
s            
app  
e              
ar  
Where as long as you can't find me,
I'm winning.
AM Jan 2016
taking off to the air
is my second favorite feeling
it makes my heart
felt as if I left them behind
somewhere beautiful
until I'm out of breath
and the first is
kissing you
Joyce Jan 2016
Crisp blue sky glistens

white coated landscape breathless


less noise
more love sounds
Morning Haiku
Cee Valenso Jul 2014
You are every song
I wished I could sing
But I'm out of breath
rootsbudsflowers Nov 2015
How is it
You leave me
So breathless?

Such an
Odd
Way
To ******.

No breath
In my lungs
Leaves me room
In my mind
To imagine
The things
We could do.
LoveLy Nov 2015
I love your taste in music. It's  strange and something I would never find myself listening to by myself but with you it seems like second nature. It feels like something I've been meaning to do my whole life. I love when you hold my hand. How you  twittle our fingers. Our thumbs rubbing against each other a reminder that maybe you actually cared. I love the way you looked at me. It made me forget all the other looks I've been given by anyone. Its not the same with you. Your looks have me dying inside because you won't look my way now. The glimmer of something in your eyes as you check over your shoulder as you drive to see if I'm still paying attention. I was never one to fall asleep in the car but with you I just might. I just might because I would love to give you the opportunity to look over and see my sleeping face but now you won't look my way. I love the way that I still love you and I never said I love you and I never felt like I "loved"  you this is how I know I loved you. Because it never felt like falling. because it felt like  drifting asleep as you looked at me and in the car with your music blaring and our hands intertwined I never didn't trust you. Not until you didn't call. Afraid of my own insecurities and that I would never get to feel that feeling of drifting again I push you away and now I can't see past the walls that I put up. I can't tell if you're still standing there waiting for me or left. I love your smile and your blue eyes and the smell of the sweatshirt you here nearly every day. I like you more then I thought and I know I let you in quicker than I have let anyone else in but that's because I'm so tired..and drifting was just so easy.
Eve Nov 2015
The Blackness of the heart seems darker
The silver chain wrapped around the neck
Squeezing and slowly draining the pain bitter
Losing breath seems better than feeling wreck
It starts from the feet
Then to the finger tips
The coldness stretches until it meets
The pale and melancholic lips
The lips that left opened
The tongue that ran dry
The skin seems to lost its touch; once cotton
The eyes left hoping for one last try
And the soul...
Maybe it never truly lived.

-fir.m
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