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  Dec 2021 The Red Woman
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
  Dec 2021 The Red Woman
Dakota
Love is unfading
Love is unconditional
Love is worth waiting
Love is like a dove
Frail but beautiful
Love is rare
Love is once in a lifetime
True love is not ***
It's not given to anyone
True love is given to one person
Today true love is rare
Rarer then anything imagianable
This is not a poem
It's an announcement
If you've experienced true love
Don't let it go
Don't be like most people today
If you connect with someone
Don't let them go
Wait for your true love
The Red Woman Dec 2021
I love you
and the language is poor
I have thousands of words
but not even all the words on this earth
would be able to express
what you are
to me
you are my friend
- best friend
my home.

How do I explain what you are?
when the men before have been
an unofficial fairytale
disgusting
weird
normal
short
and you..
so much more.

How will I continue without you?
I have tasted the apple from the garden of Eden.
It was never forbidden - but they got seperated
and who can live in the normal world
with the thought of the apple in paradise
that you once had?
For M.
The Red Woman Dec 2021
you have become my picture
of fortune, happiness
and most of all
love

i used the wrong camera
and now we lie here
collecting dust

maybe one day
we'll get a proper camera
and take our pictures
anew
Inspired by ******* Jesus and our conversation of cameras.
The Red Woman Dec 2021
Under my scalp
flows a river
from the outside you would think
that it's calm and lovely
the one you saw as a child
running, soothing
But my river is wild
and in spite of its wildness
so beautfiul
- because I see your face.
I see it in the waters surface
and the ghosts of our memories
flow with the stream
an endless turmoil

Normally the river wouldn't affect anything but the head
but now that you're gone
it flows out into my heart
-  into my hands,
that can no longer hold you
into my feet,
that no longer point in your direction
into my lips,
that haven't been quite satisfied since they last met yours.

My body runs over
I can't control the river
because you've filled it
it all runs over
and I cry

I cry when I don't have you.
The Red Woman Nov 2021
every time I see a, or any
part of
you
my heart hurts,
aches

out of sight
out of mind
but i can’t erase you
traces of you
linger
everywhere
my whole existence somehow
intertwined with yours

maybe it’s just that
you have a piece of my
heart
- it’s unbearable

I long for either
someone else,
to take the rest
or for you to take,
what has always
belonged
to you
  Aug 2021 The Red Woman
David Lessard
I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)
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