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FunSlower May 2021
You were number five in forty-eight
But surely you’re one in a million.
Warmest eyes entice duelling incisors.
Wow! Maybe it’s one in a billion.

I should’ve been scared for my life that night,
As Cerulean fractured Vermilion.
But you were there with a hand I’d never held
And Bravery that wouldn’t be felled.
Revelling in a scent you’d never smelled;
Incense for reverence outside The Pavilion.

I’d do it all again, you know?
Melt the Snow and steal the show,
To be there with you, toe to toe,
Beyond the darkest dance at the brightest cotillion.
Deck the halls with boughs of Holly.

Have you ever found yourself dazed and confused,
a mile outside your comfort zone?
If your muse is as cool, calm & collected as mine,
It’s safe to say you’ll never feel alone.
William Allen Jan 2019
Oh how I intend to love
so sweetly and true.

Yet, I struggle to give
to anyone but you.

For all I observe and scrawl
in these pages
are but momentary actions fueled by a lost
and lonely heart.

My wish, my intent
is to continue
to give to you.

Though the ways
they may change

Ne'er shall you be
without.
Always Ally Sep 2018
Substantial are the ways to show love
To feel love and let it sink in
Let it run in the veins and tear through the heart

Touches now tattoos of memories
So sweet and lingering
So searing and painful

Greater than a God above
I worshiped you and gave in
Sewed together my pieces to once more be torn apart

I could always love you with ease
You who could never love me or anything
What love is this that leaves me empty but feeling full
Aflaha Apr 2018
Lie to me sweetly then

If the truth won't last

I still hate lies

But I was never so afraid of the truth
Àŧùl Oct 2016
I thought that all my pains will go,
That was my selfish motive in love.

I never foresaw my health worsening,
Now my head aches more, sweetly, though.

I have her bouncing in my memories,
May be on my pure love she was bouncing.

I should have coated my love for protection,
Lest she entered a period of parturition.

I wanted to sacrifice myself more for her,
Less for myself in the game of love.

I never wanted her to turn rougue,
For I had sworn my loyalty to her.

I know not where this vertigo will take me,
Everything shakes so violently in my head.
HP Poem #1205
©Atul Kaushal

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