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I'm watching my every single step
I'm careful not to stumble and fall
One stone on the road
could lead to a landslide
And one broken bone
could ruin it all
I'm watching my every single move
I'm careful not to scare you away
The faintest blow
could lead to a hurricane
And one wrong word
could be the last thing I say.
Time moves,
so slow.
Like a snail,
on the clock,
nailed to the,
wall.
The slime,
it seeps,
into the gears,
of it all.
Almost,
as if,
we go backwards,
as he inches,
along.
A warm, and gentle zephyr breeze
Kissed me gently, between my knees
And up it rose, between my thighs
Like sensual lips, and silent sighs

I quietly blushed, a pinkish red
As i lay upon, a flowery bed
Then slowly, i closed my shyish eyes
And dreamt of dreams, with butterflies

Their silken wings, softly fanned
Whilst my yearning soul, and heart expand
I kissed the breeze, and suns embrace
Which caressed my lips, then kissed my face

The wind grew wilder, And quite intense
Its' pure desires, caressed my essence
But soon passed, and gradually thinned
This soft, and sensual, kissing wind

by Jemia
May your silver beams illuminate
My crown rusted and weathered
Damaged by salt and course Earth
Gusting air howling and stealing
Leaves aged and clinging heavily
To what was their childhood home

Might you offer to calm my sea
Being roughly pushed and pulled
By your beautiful but ruthless phases
Crashing into my manicured shores
And undertaking my ships and
Seemingly innocent ******

You sit up there so far above me
Unapologetic for what you wreck
But such is this timeless ebb and flow
And your light does guide me home
I am humbled and thankful
Grateful for your pale embrace
The morning light after the dark long night
And the fresh morning air blowing in my hair
Is a beautiful feeling
The pleasure I’m stealing
Up with the lark
And down to the park
Birds singing their hearts out
Such beauty without a doubt
A good start to the day
Better weather on its way
As the sun shines down on me
It’s beautiful to see
The flowers coming out
nature so devout
It’s another beautiful day
And it’s now nearly May!
the dearth of death
is birth and breath
when a broken bed
betrays my stead
petulant reaper
becomes my keeper
when madness rules
this house of fools
I'll always pledge
this razor's edge
to my neck's vein
to spare you pain.
when I was younger,
I had these hopes and dreams
and this one huge goal.

I wanted to leave this world
a little better off than it was
before I existed in it.



now, I've realized that
all I want is to
leave this world

and I don't care if
it's better off or not.
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