My lips, parched as the thirsty desert
lingering upon for a submerged bite!

Only to be seen,
are thunders & lightening
awaiting for a tiny drop of rain
amidst the dark blue sky following!

Tehreem 1d

Crippling silence hold your tongue
When you talk from your fingertips
Flaming game you walk with fame
Sad kisses you leave on my lips

They say she has your devious heart
All I touch is your disfigured soul
When I get lost in your wild eyes
I get nothing but my aching soul

You are flawlessly worn out of life
Like diamonds your pretty face shine
A promise to lit up my crazy world
I wish they will say you were mine

I walk alone through the city streets
You are never alone on Friday nights
Twisting and turning your fate around
You went in the gates under the lights

Don't make me sad while I fight
Loving you is never enough
Tough love you seek and I cry
You see my pain just blue bluff

Distorting desires keeps you high
I can see you slowly going insane
I am so scared like a little child
Now you kiss me in the pouring rain

emme m 4d

your lips so soft and eyes so green
your smile is reeler than i've ever seen
band t-shirts and skinny jeans
we feel so old but we're just sixteen

it's dark outside but there's hope in our hearts
the silent rain is a work of art
midnight sky's full of moonlight and stars
we keep on dreaming 'cause the night is ours

loaded with
slowly raise
on the heavy
dark curtains;
to see you
but they return
heavy as dark
raining fiercely;
my cheeks are
in the storms of
broken memories,
burning my lips
with the

- n. ib

MAYBE on the lips? Because there I like to interpret bitterness.

Or on the arm? A pair that is not long enough, but enough
to always embrace, dim, nervous.

Or on the neck? The circular ladder, like a rubber tree, and
I was a tapper who could not bring heart to wound there.

Or on the forehead? A thin line of hair, always silent.

"Ah, do not have much guessing," you say, "let me read it,
The old verses of poetry, which I have always kept secret ...

I don't think I'll ever love you but if you want the rain I'll be a thunderstorm
& if you prefer the warmer weather I'll burn so you can see the light of day
I'm not saying you'll ever be the one but I'm so used to all of these thoughts making me crazy
and with you I swear I never think at all
maybe I stopped believing in soulmates a while ago
but if there's such thing as bodies meant to dance and lips meant to touch
I think that's you and I

Zan Balmore Jul 13

Absolute nightmare
Turn into sweet dreams
Took a turn for the worst too
Many times
(In a row)

Absolute nightmare
Plant parting lips please
Let me go,
Let me go, now

Seen the saccharine
Seen the maudlin
What is it like
to want the balance
in between?
Let me tell you:

It is obscene

What is
the difference
between us?
I'd say
it's a full sea
at least

Whether of stars, whether of water, whether of concrete
I know I won't reach you

You won't be reached
You won't be reached

You won't be reached
You're gone

Absolute nightmare
Plant you parting kiss
and let me go.
and let me go.

Palm Trees and Concrete Mix V2
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