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xmxrgxncy Feb 2016
To love his guise is to love a god
Of gold and emerald hue
I want your skin - is that so odd? -
As well as the rest of you.
xmxrgxncy Feb 2016
Do you know just thinking of you
makes my heart overheat?
Ohhhhhhhh I miss him>,<
xmxrgxncy Feb 2016
Don't you think it'd be ludacris if
Kissing you wasn't everything
That made my world spin?

You misread my meaning.
Him. Just him.
xmxrgxncy Feb 2016
Can't keep my eyes from melting
Those tears that they've been smelting
Because loneliness is pelting
Poor young, forsaken me

Can't keep my eyes from wondering
Why silence is now thundering
Between us and its sundering
Poor young forsaken me

Can't keep my eyes from missing
Those lips that I've been kissing
But now they keep on enlisting
Poor young forsaken me

Enlisting me to cry and
Enlisting me to try

Because if he's not here beside me
Then I might as well have
Died.
I haven't heard from him for a day and I'm just worried>.<
xmxrgxncy Feb 2016
And life gets in the way
Tears aren't optional....
Not for me.

They're mandatory.
Haven't talked to him all day:/
xmxrgxncy Feb 2016
In the middle of the night
But he's not there
Only my alarm clock
blink, blink

Looking for the arms
He had around me
Just seconds before
blink, blink

But he's not there
And I drift back into unconvinced mourning until the morning.

Dreams never last, do they?
When I wake up after dreaming about him and he's not there is when my heart really starts to struggle
xmxrgxncy Feb 2016
I almost said it.

But it wouldn't have been saying it.

Why am I such a coward......

No pressure?
Almost used the l word but I wanna say it in person rather than over text....ugh. Struggle is real:/
R Arora Feb 2016
Too thrilled by the case,
Sherlock just disappears,
To begin with a chase,
John is let alone,
To get a cab, and go to Baker St. .
But wait- wherever he goes,
The telephone booth starts ringing!
He waits for somebody to pick up,
And continues to walk;
The third booth starts ringing,
The caller must be desperate to talk.
A black, shiny car,
Pulls over for John to ride,
The destination seemed far,
In this conversation-less hour.
"Anthea", answered the accompanying secretary,
When asked her name,
Fake it was,
Absolutely.

The anxiety was over,
John was confronted by a well-dressed man,
Who offered him money, to spy,
The guy, who deduced Watson's army background,
By his tan.
The "arch-enemy" of Sherlock,
As he introduced himself,
Told John about his psychosomatic disorder,
"You are back in the game,
You don't fear danger,
You've missed this lifestyle."
True it was,
Pretty much,
"Could be dangerous", wrote Sherlock,
And there he was dashing into 221B.


Sherlock was quite disappointed,
When he got to know about the declination,
Of that tempting offer,
"Pity, we could've split the fee",
He suggested John for the next time.
Isn't Mr. Holmes quite irksome,
Calling John from the other end of London,
Just to send a text?
No, this was not an ordinary text,
An SMS was just sent,
By Mr. Watson's phone,
To the murderer.

The murderer?
But why?!
Elementary for SH.
Found the case within an hour,
Which was now in front him.
His mind, is truly above par!
One thing missing from the suitcase:
Her organizer, her phone.
"Nah, she's is a clever woman,
A serial adulterer,
Would never leave her phone at hotel",
This Holmes said, backed by balance of probability.

They waited at a restaurant,
And the wait was long,
But worth it.
Had to chase a taxi,
which was done successfully,
Thanks to Sherlock's excellent memory.
Hence proved it was,
The psychosomatic limb of Doctor.

A drugs bust had occurred at their place,
Seriously, this man, a deduction ******, would have drugs?
"I'm not a psychopath Anderson,
I'm a high functioning sociopath,
Do your research!"
Snapped Mr. Punchline.
Just a couple of minutes later,
This brilliant sleuth realized-
"Rachel! Yes, Rachel!
This woman in pink, Jennifer,
Is clever,
And she's dead!",
much to Mr. Holmes's displeasure.
This is getting longer and longer...
xmxrgxncy Feb 2016
To be qualified as sacred
all you have to do
is open your eyes

they say more than your lips
ever will
xmxrgxncy Feb 2016
Just another moment....just a little more time. The most sacred letter of the alphabet.....just j.
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