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I love the phrase
my love
and although I love
more than one person
my love
is only ever you

not because I think you are mine
in any way
but because
it feels
like all of the love I have in me to give
is yours

and all the love I have in me to give
is due to you
it is you

you are my love
my love is you
my love is yours
and I feel every wave of your soul
quiver
against every particle of mine
if souls exist
if the universe was anything other than perfectly chaotic
I'd say we were meant to meet
but happenstance is just entropy at work
and I can't say I'm lucky because I don't believe in luck
and there's no god to be grateful to

but I am
infinitely
happy
that I met you
#p
my love, you are the reason for everything I do
witchy woman Aug 2015
Pictures painted perfect
presented passionately,
performed precisely
per person.

Pacific patterns push
precariously
pry precious paintings
past pooling purpose.

Politely, please pardon
pitiful, pointless
poetry.
PPPPPPPP just trying somethin new
Pluck Aug 2015
I couldn't point to the reason that you consume my thoughts when the sun goes down.

So mysterious is my desire to have your time, regardless if it's genuine return of interest or just the run around.

Your smile, that smile, precisely resembles the overwhelment of staring at waters so crystal clear the blurriest of views shutter no longer.

Your laugh, your voice, so tranquil my legs lose their brawn, my voice cowards behind my amazement & I feel my joy flourish stronger

I just thought you should know that you amaze me. That my eyes become frustratingly fatigue when I try to see the flaws you claim to have, those absent flaws no one else can see.

I just thought you should know, friend, or more. Whether we're sharing laughs or beds. Your uniqueness is eternal, your beauty goes unparalleled, and no matter what we ever are, you're surely a blessing to me.

Everyone should have a friend as prodigious as you atleast once in their lifetime, & I can see the pain you hold back from those who let you go unknowingly discharging a gift.

When ever you need a chest made pillow, a patient hand to dry tears, or just ears that don't judge and understand the language of scars; I will be ready to use the strength you give me to give your spirits a lift.
#p
Come into my commune,
My farm
In the sky;
You won't be lonely
Baby,
Not by a hiker's mile

Let's climb
Into the morrow,
Throwing fear
To the wind

The curators
Of sorrow
Are seething within

They prey
On your pleasure
And worship your sin

Like vultures
They hover,
Like maggots
They win

Come into my commune,
My farm
In the sky;
And feast
On your freedom

Then bury your lies;

You won't be lonely
Baby,
Not by a hiker's mile

~ P
#AHikersMile
(12/20/2014)
That One Guy Nov 2014
PURPLE BLUE BROWN
ONE TRES DOUBLE-U
MONKEY CHUNKY HUNKY
I don't know you did this Kagami
;P
Madzq Sep 2014
"P"
Pencil - ****** - ***** - Penalize -Pentagram - Pentagon - Pentagonal - Penitentiary -Pensive - Peninsula - P.......

....Plagued. What is it to be plagued? Haunted?
Seiged by an inescapable force?
Haulted?
IMMOVABLE.
ability to move, yet achieving no valuable distance.
A struggle writhing within ones self.

Pen -Pent- Pent up- P...

....Please, no more....

....more miles high.....
Stakes,
In the ground.....

Great stakes.....
High,
So very high.
Unreachable.
Unattainable.

Pen-Pensive-Pacing- to pace back and forth down a narrow stretch of newly carpeted hallway.
A door.

Adoring.....
Adorable....
Sweet.

Innocence left?
       May be none left.
PTSD
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