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WendyStarry Eyes
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  Sep 2017 K
Traveler
How can thoughts be real
They're not solid enough to touch
So how can someone manifest
A feeling such as love?
Can you
Hold it
Breathe it
Squeeze it in your hands
It's forcing us to trust
In the invisible
Once again

Because although you can't see it
  It can still disappear
Love is the sad song
That left you crying in your beer

Blind sided
It can hit you
And you best believe it's true
Love is as real
As the way I feel for you
....
Traveler Tim
Dedicated to:
Everyone in the known universe!
  Sep 2017 K
Liam Hunter
I cup my hands when you speak
so that I might collect your words
and use them as a beautiful ink.
K Sep 2017
when we embraced
all i wanted to do was to look at your face
to see what not wanting to let go
looked like

that deep breath in and out  
at the nape of my neck
seemed to go on
for forever

goodbye, too
felt like a lifetime
and i fear that a lifetime will never
be enough
  Sep 2017 K
lilac
sugar on her lips
a smile

sugar, sugar

she's the kind that
burns your throat if you eat
too much
I haven't been on here in forever :c
K Aug 2017
i apologise for not being
                                 becoming enough of a person

personifying a human being
                                        besieged by the lack thereof emotions.

emotionlessness consumes me
                                                metaphorically speaking, or it maybe

magnanimously just spares my heart -
                                                        hesitat­ingly, yet all-encompassingly.  

altercations between the conscious and sub
                                                                ­      supersedes any revelations whatsoever

whereby a somewhat sound mind like mine
                                                                ­     mimics that of a child

choking on the fear of the monstrosity lurking;
                                                                ­    lurching from under the bed.

bewildered by the bogeyman,
                                 bogus feelings, confused mind

mischaracterising i
                                i am sorry

somewhat, somehow
                                        sorry.
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