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Owen Mar 7
After so long
I let my heart bleed out
on my sleeve
on my tongue.
And you countered with reason,
left me pale,
as my life blood spilt
and pooled
so deep I drowned.
You flayed my psyche.
Left my intentions bare
for me to see.
Was this love?
I had just grown wings
and you tore them from my flesh
in seconds.
And I fell from a cloud,
back into my shallow grave,
buried in closure.
'twas March, I saw you first
in your slender demeanour
mute shine on your lips, adorn
Silent when I moved across
just behind, in queue.. to you
Introduced hath an acquaintance
the gentle vibes about you
the poems that you hadn't yet writ
the pen that had yet not wrote
It was similarities, I had seen
flowers that graced your wall;
Striking carnage in my mind
dissimilating my being,
And, finally in triumph, declared
yourself, I _ an adversary
Oh, but why, an adversary?
Since we could decide on
being likeminded friends
aya May 16
you look happier
without these ragged edges
overlapped colors
smudged painting
as i paint you
without my touch
its been a while since i posted something here,, ngl ms rona ***** HSBHUFHU
CC May 13
Staying indoors
Me wanting you on all fours on your floor
Miss the intensity that comes with waiting
Your heat is emanating from a safe distance
This is what it's like waiting to be set free
Craving what is unavailable

I like the wholesomeness of you
It make me think maybe there's some hope in the world
I haven't tried on your gentleness yet
Something about you
Says some humans are alright
Craving what might be available
Ewell Foy Apr 30
You're good in giving colors and
vibrance to someone's life
and you're better in painting rainbows
in the bluest sky
but you're the best hue that always fits
the beautiful sight
The morning dew kisses
Yearning leaves,
As the first rays of the sun
Bring me relief.
Flowers bloom
In the month of March,
Chirping birds hum
rhythms that recharge.
And with the first sight
of your arching face,
I fall back into
teen ways.
He was all charisma, curls, and commitment issues
And ****** I fell for it
Out the corner of my right side eye,
I stole a glimpse of her morning dew
As a waft of her innards came flying,
The heavenly essence of a dream.
Love from a passion-filled stream.
Under influence when naught else could seem,
Enticing; but the touch of her eyes looking back.
Meysa Apr 19
like ivy around my thighs
a disease of the tongue
take me
I don't think there is anything more selfish
Than telling someone you love them,
But that you don't want to be with them

Less a matter of self control
More a matter of which self you loved more
Mine or yours
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