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emelie Sep 6
i was just the tag on your shoe
and i liked being that
i was just the germs in your flu
and i liked being that
i was just the chip on your tooth
and i liked being that
i was just the me to your you
and i liked being that
I doubt you enchanted me through your eyes,
or inebriated with love potion in disguise,
Was it your elan that hit my nerves
Or the conversation we had fermented into addictive wine,
Maybe you are the sorcerer, performing tricks on the heart of mine.
rk Aug 22
you left
and suddenly i realised
why we started naming storms
after people.
- i wonder if the scent of thunder meeting earth haunts your memories.
ross Aug 21
that’s the curious thing
about memories you see;
no matter if you’re thinking
about the best ones
or the worse ones
they each leave you feeling
a little emptier afterwards.
ross Aug 3
i gaze upon the horizon
in the stillness of the night
moonlight spilling  
from the blackness above
as if cut from another realm
pouring into the ocean
a reflection in the water
an ethereal ghost
wandering across the waves forever
in search of their beloved
Styles Aug 1
My body practically salivates,
That greedy part of me demanding satisfaction.
In these moments,
Of the intense hunger,
the craving transcends reason.

The anticipation, the need,
It all becomes a consuming force,

Is a testament to how powerful,
connection we share,
A connection that leaves me yearning for more—
yet never having enough.
ross Jul 29
sometimes i come here
to write only for you;
sacred words spilt on white
when i’m feeling so blue.  
sometimes i come to here
to mourn a love
long lost to time
and sometimes i come
just to remember;
that once you where mine.
rk Jul 8
it's july
and we're falling out of bars
incense clinging to our hair
chasing the last
of the saccharine sun
each strawberry stained kiss
introducing us to god

it's july
and we're hiding under satin sheets
moonlight dancing
upon naked flame
sticky fingers
trying to hold us together
your teeth find my skin
and i can never find the words
to tell you how you've marked me
like spoiled fruit
in the summer heat

it's july
and each amber scented day
leaves me longing
for the month we stole
your eyes met mine
and it felt like a wound mending
before slipping away
with the autumn breeze

it's july
and all i can see is you.
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