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A Simillacrum Apr 2019
Both tremulous, you kiss me
safe. Both tremulous, you
offer me solace. Both
tremulous, you love
me warm. I take
you inside.


(those old, old eyes. . .)


I've made altars before,
your body, your form,
movement moves me,
but you, have always been.

I've made altars before,
but you, have always been.

I've made altars before,
but you, have always been.

I've made altars before,
but you, have always been.
Erian Rose Apr 2019
I thought you'd understand...
I guess it was all in my head
Like a song on rewind
going over the same verse
over and over again...
Sharmila Juliet Apr 2019
Sometime taking revenge
Become necessary.
Not to prove the strength.
But, to make them realize
The pain has same effect
On both sides.
AmeriMav Apr 2019
No one can see me quite as true
A single coin we two could be
One side is me the other you

Both set on separate sides to see
We're made of same material
A single coin we two could be

Sometimes it seems ethereal
The way we both seem to emote
We're made of same material

Now true sometimes on different note
I'm still consistently amazed
The way we both seem to emote

And when an argument is raised
The way we know the other one
I'm still consistently amazed

When all is said, and all is done
No one can see me quite as true
The way we know the other one
One side is me the other you
Terzanelle form
Abbyss Mar 2019
The difference between me and the difference between you
Is as vast as the ocean, cold, and blue
But look a little closer, we're one and the same
We each have demons that we can not tame
You can point and judge as much as you please
But It won't change the truth that we're not at peace
Ilonka Mar 2019
Don’t ask me to be what I once was,
Don’t ask me to love you the same,
Don’t ask me to kiss your tears away!

My tears are dry now, are burned on my face
No one can see them but me,
A piece of my soul still missing out there
But that is ok,
I’ll find it someday!
Strying Mar 2019
I, for one, know I should be up and moving round.
Round
and
round.
And now and then,
I do, what I'm supposed to do.
But now and then, I also dig a hole or two,
so the odds of me doing what I am supposed to do are slim.
My homework's, in my bag.
I am looking, quite sad.
I don't want to do anything,
today.
And every day
goes the same,
so please don't make me do a thang.
Because I, for one, am having oh so much fun.
Just a funny poem about my procrastination!
(also it reminds me of Belle from Beauty and the Beast!)
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