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I shouldn't be attracted to your smile
Your twinkling eyes, your golden hair
You ask me why I am so hostile
It's because you terrify me.

Are we God's fallen angels,
Happened to share the same sin?
Or are we only people,
Thirsting for a forbidden love?

You're so cool in your own skin
Ready to turn the other cheek
You say that love always wins
But does it triumph hatred?

Maybe that's why I am in love with you
You're ready to face the world with truth.
Thoughts?
Duet, Minor Key
by Michael R. Burch

Without the drama of cymbals
or the fanfare and snares of drums,
I present my case
stripped of its fine veneer:
Behold, thy instrument.

Play, for the night is long.

Keywords/Tags: Duet, minor, key, cymbals, symbols, drums, fanfare, snares, instrument, play, ***, night, long, strip, ****, naked
Olivia V Nov 2019
his body warmed my stone cold skin
and eyes melted my hardened core.
he spoke in tongues
and kissed me as if starved
i murmured soft whispers
and breathed him in  

we were a series of contrasts
a duet so at odds.
his core was afire,
and my heart was cold.
where he was strong,
i fell to my knees.

Though today, I feel that we have swapped places.
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But I do

Two lanes
To
Freedom
King Princess

Your ***** is God and I love it
Gonna kiss me real hard, make me wanna it
I think star signs mean nothing
But I know you feel right so I'm coming


BSP

Found me a new religion
And I wasn't even lookin
The stars might mean nothin
But she got me comin

King Princess

They say it gets hard when you're getting up
Been knocked down from some other love
But their best wasn't good enough
And you're number one to me

BSP

Feelin like a number one
You got me in a summer love
Now that Fall be creepin up
I can't quit you eat me
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3302596/****-in-boots/
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Cheap Queen
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Trying something new
Where I bounce off of a favorite song
While I listen to it
Haueru Jun 2019
I just came across the city to work
Never did I imagine to come across
A delicate flower
It wasn't my intentions to look
Upon it
It only took that glimpse that I found  myself
Drawn to its aroma
It was sweet and bittersweet
I couldn't  help but notice the clouds forming
As the flower weeps
But how was I supposed to know ?
I only intended to speak my feelings
To the flower
I Never meant to hurt the world
Who could leave a rose drenched in the muddy streets of granite.
Now I only wish to care and one day
Show the rose its beauty
Ira Apr 2019
"Demons sing,
Throughout the horrid night,
Hoping to cause,
A little fright…"

I don't know why,
But the terrors so good.
We stay here and lie,
Maybe more then we should…

Sirens at night,
Waiting just like we would,
Temptation and ire,
That burns you like firewood.

Maybe we're monsters,
Maybe we're good,
Maybe we're humans,
Just under a hood.

Yet at the end of the day,
We simply saaayyyy,

"There ain't much about us,
That you need to know.
We simply stay here,
Waiting to go.
All that we do,
Is **** fools like you.
For our songs are temptation,
And you humans love damnation!
And just like a lamb,
To the pitiful slaughter,
Your blood will soon run,
Like red crimson water!"
NOOT NOOT PREPARE TO BOOT
Jay M Apr 2019
You strumming your guitar,
While I play my Irish whistle,
A beautiful and strange duet,
Filling the air,
Turning heads here and there,
For now,
What could I have to regret?

Then, another speaks,
Stops the music,
Reality hits,
Then it come creeping back,
The anxiety,
The worry,
Out of nowhere;
RING!

Walking swiftly away,
For some reason,
Glancing back,
Seeing you looking back at me,
Then I turn, run a bit,
Hide in the crowd,
Fearing that if I look back,
You'll catch up,
Asking me if it were true;
If I've been thinking about you...

- Emily M
April 12th, 2019
He's a freshman, I'm an 8th grader... Oh joy.... Please don't **** me...?
Music—the score of victories,
triumphant cymbals of success
of orchestrated histories,
to regal anthems to impress.

Music—scribbled notes to recall,
arranged in sync with beating hearts
resounding with clarion call,
of overtures meaning imparts.

Music—felt across Earth’s measure,
in staccato revelation
that accompanies God’s treasure—
the symphony of creation.

Music—God’s whistle in the wind,
that piano voice, in us He set
the atonal key, blessed or sinned,
music is our divine duet.
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Salmabanu Hatim Feb 2019
He had green fingers,
My heart was an arid patch,
Tenderly he planted love seeds in it.
He watered it with care,
Nurtured it with patience,
Tended the delicate shoots,
Sang duets with the fragile leaves,
Until my heart blossomed into a beautiful garden of heavenly, colourful love buds,
Which bloomed and diffused an exotic fragrance of love and happiness.
3/2/2019
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