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isn't it terribly beautiful,
the way the ocean loves the moon?
he whispers and she responds
in an eternal dance.
would you take
my scarred hands
and hold them
even if
they clawed and
scratched and
bit?
would you collect my
teardrops in your
palms
and create galaxies out of
the azure drops?
would you look me in the eye
as tears tumbled aimlessly
down my
pink-hued cheeks?
my heart has been broken
and thrown carelessly from canopies.
my heart 
needs no savior
but instead a companion,
one to close my eyes to
the rest of the world with.
Poetry isn’t only pain
Poetry is a cup
you can fill it
with whatever you like
Did we sleep so long we never saw the sunrise?
The slices as delicate as her hands
had aroma of her love

her eyes deep ocean
made me forget my space

I slept on her touch
and she loved to touch me.

The beckons to be free
I dealt with her *****
and tears were her answer
when I tore apart the bond.

I loved her
but needed my rightful home
among the stars.
Like the last year, I begin this with a children's poem, or nearly one.
(https://hellopoetry.com/poem/1844700/cathy-and-the-spider/)
Happy New Year friends, I'm blessed to have your company.
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