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No more kissing will I ever do or holding hand as we walked no more rides In the car with Helen sat beside me

No more trips to seaside or dinky doughnuts down by the sea nice cups of tea no more Ice cream or watching donkey giving ride on the beach to the children

And no tea and white buttered toast at her favourite cafe In the mornings no kissing goodnight or waking to
her upon the morning light no more brushing or washing her hair

No helping Helen to dress in the mornings or
getting her ready for bed In the evenings and all of this sadly missed for I'll never do any this
The sudden awareness she not there and all the things you did together you'll no longer do
Floor 3d
Lacking the feeling of empathy I walk amongst the pavement.
They told me sad was the word I had to put on, but I chose a different dress. Now I can feel how itchy the fabric is and I regret my choice. It never was my choice in the first place, I remembered. The dress restricts me and makes me feel numb, it turns my vision blurry and my body invisible. The sleeves tickle my arms and leave thin red marks where it touches my skin. I wish I could pull new jeans out of my closet, and leave the dress on the floor for once.
I miss so much the simple things of our marriage like
brushing my sweet darling
hair she loved me brushing her

I miss shopping helping her choose dresses to wear helping her to try them on
Oh how I miss shopping with Helen

I miss so much helping her
to dress to get ready to go out In the mornings for her tea and toast and just sit talking to her  

But what I miss most Is waking to her In the mornings when first she'd open her beautiful eyes
to greet the morning light

I long so much for those simple things of our marriage those thing I'll never do again sometime the reality of never being
able to do again Is painful to take
Sometimes when you lose your partner Its the simple things one misses the most
It almost feels like summer,
breeze at the dusk, killing mosquitoes.
It feels like
Taking a stroll on National Mall,
On a summer night in front of Lincoln Memorial.
Playing Frisbee riding bike
On the meadow in front of the Capitol.

My summer in the capital
With you, him and her and them and myself alone

It feels like the humidity in the swamp, with jazz playing in the background
It smells like crab cake and french toast, out from the diners I frequent
It looks like the summer sky, cloudless, your eyes

The meadow the ducks, summer dress and birkenstock.
Brunch, breeze and bike, followed by more bike rides along the riverfront.

Sitting on the marble stairs of the Supreme Court
Dipping toes in Reflection Pool

Summer in D.C. oh how I much do I miss you and adore
Summer is a state of mind and so does love
But you never fail to give me the feelings of those above.xxoo
love letter to dc, ode to summer
Leia Spencer Feb 6
I melded my crown
Out of the metals I used to cut myself with
I dyed my dress
With the blood that once was a weakness
I painted my face
With the warpaint and tears I used to cover my fear
I forged my heels
Out of the glass that shattered me
I used to be hurt, weak, scared, broken
But now I am regal, strong, brave, resilient
-no amount of tears could take this new feeling away from me
It’s time to end the era of being a princess. I want to be a queen.
Tiger Striped Jan 24
tonight i'll wear

the black dress that never left my closet

hear it rip when the

backs of my thighs meet the cold piano bench

my stiff fingers will scratch the keys to

elicit those aching ivory groans

i'll wear it in the shower and shiver

as icy water skims my skin

i'll press our polaroids to my tongue

and chew you up

you'll stick to the roof

of my mouth when i swallow

and my skin will turn angry red

because my body always knew

what a bad idea you were

i'll wear my youth like a medallion

hanging heavy over my heart

soon my red eyes will

forget what it feels like to blink

the hairs on my arms will

stand on end as my

fingernails scrape the tile on my bathroom floor

tracing the lines of old poems i burned

in your fire

i'll bite my cracked lips, just to

remember what regret tastes like

and with the taste of blood fresh on my tongue

i'll stumble to your empty house

drag my bare feet in your driveway and

silently beg you to ask me how i am

i'll shatter your bedroom window and

almost glimpse you through the haze

when my knees buckle i'll

collapse where your bed used to be

and for a split second

i'll think it was you beneath the sheets

aren't i beautiful, darling?

i wore this dress for you
Anthony Mayfield Dec 2018
Pick up on your textbook grace
Install your happy face
Remember life is both for sinners and saints
Go on, put your white dress on
Sing with your purity song
Too delicate to string along

Wear long sleeves and hide your face
Don't squeal on the man to blame
It's not your fault, you did nothing wrong
Go on, put your red dress on
Dance with your impurity song
Don't be ashamed to cry all night long

Pick up on your textbook grace
Roll up your sleeves
Fix your face
We always sin while learning how to be saints

Remember your textbook grace
Remember your happy face
Don't let a ****** boy define your fate
Please don't put that black dress on
There's no solace in the dark
The dead tell no lies
Please choose to stay alive
Choose to stay alive
Stay alive
Fight on
you're wearing
bright red lipstick
and a little black
dress but you
are a mess and you
can't even give the
taxi the right address.
You smell of cinnamon
and sugar mixed with
marijuana and when
you laugh I can see
the fillings in the
back of your mouth
and I resist the urge
to touch your cheek
and feel the curves
of your body beneath
your clothes.
I can taste smoke
at the back of
your throat
and I remember the
way you once wrote.
I think maybe
I'll love you
until this *******
has left my veins.
What was your
name again?
kiran goswami Dec 2018
A wardrobe full of branded clothes,
Still mummy's gift on her birthday will always be the daughter's favourite dress.
Sarah Dec 2018
I crave a dance
Not a hug,
Not a kiss or a delicate touch
But a dance
A red dress and a gentleman to take my hand
On a shinning dancefloor
On a trip outside the dimensions of this world
Where flying needs no wings
Where music feels like the gentle wind
I'd swirl and swirl
With my red dress flowing like the petals of a rose
Carried by the swift breeze
Till it come back
To you
I never danced with a man, ever
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