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sainche micano Oct 2015
this is ******
not plastic anymore
when we washed the pretense down the sink
silence arose behind closed curtains
for guilt was a guest
serving our thirsty egos
we shouldn't have lost faith
the one season we had all year
unbelievable how we still know
we are not movie-stars
it's how we could have had it all
rolling in the deep
scribbled like the main script
with our smiles saved for the end
despite the flaming battle...
we shouldn't have lost faith
this is unfaithful
our hearts desire to stick even amidst the guilt
Jenny Oct 2015
Cut my conscious believing
Feed me to the sharks
But don't give them my heart
Give me peace of mind
Let my soul rest in the clutches of a forbidden dinesty  
I'll invite you over
I'll be the perfect host
I'll give you such a good time
You'll be left hanging on the edge
Better not fall!
Watch your step from the very moment you enter.
I do care about you to a certain extent

I have long died
So I've watch your life from a distance
Nothing truly captivating,but you're the perfect specimen
One I can devour
You seem so weak and fragile though
I'll be bold while I indulge in your poor soul
I'm no grim reaper
I'm the perfect host ******!
And I just won't enjoy your flesh as much as I'll enjoy your delicate soul.
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skyblueandblack Dec 2014
when you break the heart of one who loves you
you destroy the home in which you were living

amidst the rubble and the dirt,
the eyes water and sting
from the dust

Rebuilding takes time,
and a resilient will,
because the foundation has to be made stronger,
more authentic..
marble and ceramic and crystal chandeliers
to catch the light

and you are no longer a welcomed guest


http://skyblueandblack.com/2014/04/30/when-you-break-the-heart-of-one-who-loves-you/
Abdullah Ayyash Nov 2014
In a silky forest
In a shape of a golden rose
Wandered back and forth
Waved her forgiveness
Blessed me with her mercy
With the gift of her soul
Madam, I have no soul left
My body is just a dust
I'm a graveyard...
I'm an immortal guest
I'm no one if not in her chest
Her treasured smile
Her lovely sight
Her heavenly touch
Her misty lips
Her eternal nest
I'm just a graveyard...
I'm just an immortal guest
© Copyrighted
Abdullah Ayyash
November 28th, 2014

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