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tl b Aug 2016
I am white as charcoal
It means I'm on fire
It means I've been burnt
tl b Aug 2016
like candles we are born in perfect form, some would say, soon to be lit at the wick by passions and hurtful words and then we melt away into the shape we are not destined to take but begin to take and its our aroma that attracts attention, sometimes it's our color but mostly it's that in which we cannot see.
tl b Aug 2016
into some type of infatuation,
and then when i was bruised up enough
i climbed back out,
grabbed your hand,
and slipped back into something
that feels like love.
tl b Aug 2016
Evergreen,
it's not what you say,
evergreen,
it's how you mean,
evergreen,
& it's how you say,
& it's how you act
& everything in between.
tl b Aug 2016
Dreams,
they tell our futures
if we believe they do.

Summer, you do not have to be a fleeting lover.

Dreams,
they tell our futures
what we want them to.

You do not have to be a fleeting lover.

Dreaming is important
in and out of the sheets;
inhale the sea
and bring it back to me.
Please, don't go,
but if you do,
breathe me in and
take me too.
A collab. of 3 of some recent pieces:

1. Dreams (10w x 2)
2. Drifting.
3. Don't go (10w)
tl b Aug 2016
for you to hear
in hopes that
I might listen.
tl b Aug 2016
Dreams,
they tell our futures
if we believe they do.

Dreams,
they tell our futures
what we want them to.
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