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#sirwilliam
If I were to compare you to food you would be ice cream I can't eat ice cream wild orange ice cream or passion fruit and mango exotic and forbidden If I were to compare you to music it would be violin Brahms you look like Joshua Bell, you know The sweetest music I've heard, though you certainly don't calm me If I were to compare you to flora, You would be orange and purple roses excitement and enchantment love at first sight If I were to compare my affections to reality they would only inhabit a book an uninspired novel which I should put down right away
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Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 12:02 PM UTC
Will my comparisons be appreciated?
Loving you is like lifting a spoon to my lips it's bowl full of ice cream sugar and milk sweetly, softly melt upon my tongue each mouthful reducing in wonder the taste eventually forgotten until my porcelain vessel lays empty in my hands and I ache for more but my imagined aches harden into reality as my body reacts in horror at the offering I have brought its enemies
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Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 12:12 AM UTC
Frozen fantasies
Harder and faster, my heart pulls two ways, harder and faster, as nights turn to days, shorter and steeper, the dragons I've slayed, rear their heads back to taunt me, their sisters do haunt me, as I stand in this mess I have made
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC
Sir William, this sword isn't working
I miss you but I bind my wrists when I think of you Was I a fool . . . Your name now on the list A thought that's only wist- ful hurtful as I bite my tongue and turn away shake out your image from my head before I bludgeon my chest remembering my quiet idiocy And your dimpled smile My last words You never answered
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Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 10:02 PM UTC
Another strand to tie me
in pride I forgot oh the shaking of my heart and my head at my fault For the nerves in your brain stretch like lengths of fiber optic cords that hold the cyber clouds together your lips were placed upon each other to produce much more than laughs from mine Ah! I think of the heart that is squeezing blood through all your delicate channels And I remember You are more than a pretty face much more than a night of entertainment
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Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 2:09 PM UTC
more than a pretty face