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Sandoval Apr 2017

Your silence is sailing me to new shores. My

anchor no longer lingers on your deck.

Quite a sad story our love, having had tall, wooden ships,

we settled for paper boats.


Sandoval
Sandoval Apr 2017
Have you ever missed someone so badly,

you start having conversations with them in your

head?  -- She asked him.

But the utter silence he left couldn't respond.


*Sandoval
Sandoval Apr 2017
Appreciate* the loneliness in me.

One day it wont beg for you no more.


*Sandoval
Sandoval Apr 2017
Without me, he is nothing,


and without him, I am just a memory.

*Sandoval
Sandoval Apr 2017
I am so alone, but you are so blind.

There's plenty in this world that seek solace in

my words.  They come to me, play with the tangles

in my hair, but you, distant cold you, the only one I

have eyes for, just don't care to be my muse.

*Sandoval
Sandoval Apr 2017
I feel the shadow of your obscurity,

and though nothing is yet lost, I

drown myself in the unknowingness

of your already sunken  eyes.


*-Sandoval
Sandoval Apr 2017
Poetry* has never hurt like this before. I beg of you, drown this

hurt, and **** it with your last  touch. Touch my skin with your lips, let them rest against my bare neck. And let me drown in

you as well the disillusionment of a love  separated by the stars. Spare me one last look, tame in me this fire that yearns for you,

this fire that can't be put out.  Save me. From myself, one last night, before we say goodbye.


*Sandoval
Sandoval Apr 2017
I feel myself forgotten, like a lost voyage with no destination.


*Sandoval
Sandoval Apr 2017
I feel dead inside, as if someone put their hands inside my soul and

ripped it from me whole. You took everything and left nothing in
return. I want my life back, I want to breathe again, I want to feel

alive again. I've been dead since you left. Now tell me beautiful

tragedy, if I look to the sky, and the bare moon does not cry your
absence inside these four walls, then who will mourn your loss.

Who will break down inside and write your name in the still of

the night, with nightmares made of stars, if not me, then who.

*Sandoval
beth fwoah dream Feb 2017
now cast aside by pyrrah’s glowing fire,
bereft and waste, his wild heart never tamed,
long flown away, burnt out upon the pyre
that winter's teary passion once inflamed.
apollo’s chariot climbs in the east,
and delphi’s altar calls with prayers and songs,
while chilly mortals long for summer’s feast
bewildered by sad winter’s sorry wrongs.
the spring draws near upon the roman shore,
and laughter fills the streams, an aerie choir,
while my new lover hammers at the door
seducing me with roses from the briar.
slow winter pulses quicken and awake,
and love, sweet love, will give and then forsake.
happy valentines day....
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