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When we walked our way into the night, I expected a galaxy to be laid out for us, bestowing a universal mistletoe for us.
But there we were, counting whatever little bright spots we could find. Well, at least until I looked upon at you.
Star filled eyes.
Gods had something else planned in for me.
I was finally gazing at those holy celestial bodies. As they orbited around your pupils and left me shaken. Yes, shaken.
What kept me elated was the fact that you were there with me.
But that evening only those lonely hands could meet, and not lips.
But I swear I would've stayed a lifetime there if I could.
***, I'm some serious **** and you got a nice derrière.
- Aks, Interstellar Interconnection
mk May 2015
I can see my future
you can see my past
you’re giving me the answers
I’m falling fast
window to the soul
gateway to my world
I’m losing myself
you can see for yourself
my walls are tearing down
my heads spinning round
your gaze is strong
you can do no wrong
see my every sin
see where I’ve been
I can’t hide now
I don’t know how
you asked me who I was
but this stare is enough
for you to know who I am
& who I was
for you to know
that I am in love
// mahogany brown and so full of hope, your eyes have claimed my soul //
elle May 2015
it was that first day
it was that first gaze
it was that first bliss
it was that first kiss

it was all that I miss
Aly Bambi May 2015
I’d like to sit atop the clouds
And watch the world above me
As well as the one below
I’d like to sit atop the clouds,
And gaze at the wondrous excitement
Of the shining, glowing fluff.
I can only imagine the beauty
Of the blue, blue sky.
Pure and clean and vibrant.
I’d like to sit atop the clouds
And watch our world pass by.
I’d like to sit atop the clouds
While they cry.
How terrifying, yet amazing,
It would be to experience
The rain from above.
kris evans May 2015
nothing ever so lovely....
caught my attention so far,
though smeared and melancholy,
its splendor spoilt in mar,

yet they recite in wean,
the lyrical memoir
of the eyes hazel green,
brimming with desire....
Felix Garcia Apr 2015
Have you ever loved someone,
who was just oblivious of your existence?
Like a comet passing the eye of a sun,
neither aware nor touched by its gaze.

She was just there,
and I was just here.
She was never meant for me,
else that comet collides into this sun.
Colten White Apr 2015
Entangle me like vines,
in the entrapping gaze of your verdant eyes.
April 18, 2015
Benjamin Novak Apr 2015
Await amongst the clouds searching for whom to be,
I stand here now silently entrenched with what I see,
A vivid gaze I do afford though few and far between,
The slimming wealth of all those helped desperate to reconvene,

I wont pull away yet to find grounded truths I must,
The banks on offer within the vault tears rain through the lust,
I cling to those of faith without the strength for what to give,
Is it wrong to sing along yet forget the words to live.,
Poetic T Apr 2015
Little angel of stone, weeping raindrops
As your gaze ever down
Permanent,
Transfixed,
Paralyzed
By what is seen the white, just
The white ever bright. Your
Wings will not release, not free
You from this gaze. It is a posture
Of which you never move, and you
Cry tears of raindrops. As below wanting
To hold onto that out of cradles reach
You want to avert this
Perception,
Appearance,
Seeing
What lays before you, this nestled
Shell of empty white, you watched
As life was breathed, till stillness
Was birthed in this place, ever gazing
As what was faded away. Now there is a
Little
White
Angel
beneath you, gazed upon fragile white
Bones of innocence, lost in a place
Not fit for the living but know this fixture
Beneath your gaze is still. You weep raindrops
On to this still white that rests below.
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