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Immerse me in your music
Let your melody
dance upon my skin
Surround me
in the notes you play
seducing me from within
Let the music take over
My body starts to sway
Emotion flows from your guitar
It's rhythm taking me away
On a journey
to where there is nothing
but your music surrounding me
Encasing my body
in the beauty of its melody Β© Jennifer DeLong 3/11/19
Nikkie Jan 28
He tried to come back
But his ego was jacked up
So I ended it.
BreatheMe Jan 11

He loves his boy drunk,
and in the dark.
The scent of fresh spirits clinging to his tongue as he whispers his insecurities into the shadowed night.
His hands wrapped around the fragile boys arms, even though they shouldn't,

because this boy, his boy, is too bright, too precious to loosen the grip he has.
While he is made up of stolen cigarette smoke and bruised knuckled smiles, the love he has conjured up is beyond magic.

He lusts his boy sober
and dawn breaks through the curtained room.

Coffee engulfs the narrowed hallways and the creaking wooden board is the only sound heard besides soft snores.
He looks away from the paled soul, loosens his touch
and each time he gets up and leaves, he breaks both their hearts.
don't you know you can love him with the lights on too?
David P Carroll Dec 2020
Little bird sitting in the tree
Singing a little love song to me I'm smiling
Listening to him sing me beautiful song
As I smile and my heart beats along,

And I whisper go on now little
Bird and fly so high
And spread your wings
And fly high up into the deep blue sky
And with a smile on my face go on
And reach your dreams in this
Beautiful little place so little
Bird fly so high fly up into
The beauitful blue sky.
The Little Bird πŸ¦πŸ•ŠοΈ
Beckie Davies Oct 2020
I want to know his story
The history written in his story
I want to know the layers
That make up the whole
I want to know each chapter
I want to meet each character
Tell me the history in his story
tell me his story...
Wary Oct 2020
They said; nothing last more than three days..

And i happily replied;
"Some names and some beautiful memories are unforgettable"
Unforgettable memories
Nicole Sep 2020
Light devoid, no silver-hued moon,

Shadows claim my soul too soon.

With silence strong, I’m left alone,

With aching bones and heart forlorn.

The cold seeps in, an evil embrace,

My only warmth: his face.

His face.
Onyx Sep 2020
A fickle yet adored fantasy
universally proclaimed lovingly by the same name
stands with much difference for each
for each has a unique lover
whose uniqueness cannot be challenged
nor compared
nor estimated

Though are we always to meet our fantasied beloved?
At the right moment?

Love is strange
an entity yearned for for ages
yet terrifying to own when the time for it comes
for we are afraid
of our beloved in our fantasies
to be marred by the realism we allow ourselves to indulge

Picking petals from a flower
β€˜To love?’
β€˜To not love?’
Promises nothing short of eternity of torment
So drop that flower
And take a deep breath
Look to the offerer of love in the eyes
And say β€˜I do,’
Hope that they will love you
like no one has ever done so
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