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You were the piece that didn't quite fit the puzzle
You were different
And different is something
Not many
Not alot
Is
Save me your soul, my love...
heikkitsh Sep 2018
forever tortured
by the spell
of your beauty
*Sigh* ... Dear crush...
neth jones Aug 2018
My weapon is voice today
'tis careless
a spell amoungst curs
it puts close friends in their places
and worried
(behind my back)
It kisses with mischeif
and muddies stray-fully

My weapon is played
a trial
a tool
to bring about my isolation
Then i may exit without notice
and unfollowed
a relief, in release

My real work shall begin abroad
Samreena Lodhi Jul 2018
Sun is trying to peep through the clouds,
breeze is there, without making a sound;
There is light spreading all around,
but the rainy clouds will start to astound.
This nature spell will keep you bound,
so you better stay firm and not swound.
Traveler Jul 2018
To tell me twice
When eye's have said enough
I've read between the unwinding lines
I've no need for less than love

The twitch, the look
Uneven flow
Rest assured
I already know

  And be sure
That they do too
The rest is up to you
Unto thine own self be true
....
Traveler Tim
Arina Jun 2018
Quietly sneaky
you came
Thunderstorms
in my heart
Yet you left
me alone
unset and alone
You were the moon
Now i ask delicate
why when i hear your
name i can't forget
the words on you mouth
those blue eyes staring
inro mine unashamed
I found new hope
untouched
buti can't shake you away
when i hear you name
and your sparky attitude

but i will keep on
romoving your spell
on my soul
for there is always the
sun when the moon fail
K Balachandran Jun 2018
monsoon casts a spell,
nature  subdued hibernates;
but wild is the wind!
faa Jun 2018
You make me feel
As if I’m encircled
By a million flowers
Varying of dyes
Reds? Perhaps a few blues
Enough to smother me
Binding my figure
With its vines so tight
Around the edges of my hips
Over the bends of my waist
Curiously inhaling
Diverse fragrances
Intoxicating my senses
Dictatorial, my emotions
Now under your governance
Yes, I was enchanted
With no route of escape
Enraptured by your florae
Still stirring my mind
With a spell so dazzling
A spell called “Love”
love is the most beautiful spell
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