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Hello stranger,
With cold eyes,
Lust is on your breath tonight,
On this floor,
Where so many have been before,
Just like you and I,

You are so familiar,
In the strangest way,
I know that look in your eye,
Wanting every part of me,
In the heat of everything,

These people swarm around,
Seeking what cannot be found,
Love on this dance floor?
Stranger you are making me dizzy,
With all your talk and kisses,

Stranger, you are so convincing,
With your blue eyed lies,
Making me forget my promises,
Made with a sober heart,
Not tonight, stranger, not tonight,

Tomorrow is a new day,
To pay for my mistakes,
I'm sorry lover,
Strangers get stranger everyday.
 Mar 2022 Mystic Ink Plus
Aishu
I paint my world
with beautiful thoughts,
colourful words,
bright smiles,
and you.
Artists are often
broken people
using the fragments of themselves
to create something new
and although
being healed
feels so complete
sometimes i want to be broken again
sometimes i want open wounds
so i can use the blood
to paint sunsets
so i can use the torn off pieces of skin as a canvas
so i can carve
masterpieces with the jagged bones left behind
but I can't bring myself to break my own heart in the name of Art
I know how to touch
You in many ways.
With the hands,
With the words,
With the eyes,
With thoughts,
But what I love most
Is rubbing you with my caressing silence.

~ Straight from my ♡
suggest or have a recommendation for pen name as every poem i wrote  on this page have different pen name s like ~O my star   ~yOur rOse
~Straight from my ♡

I'm in bit in confused state
Let me be your own artist,

I'll change your
scars into stars,
the tears in your
eyes into butterflies
and your sufferings
into colorful
lanterns,
let me paint you
with the colors I
have, let me write
you using my
blood, my love,
You'll be the best
art and poetry
and our love story
would be the most
beautiful tale that
will be written
in the history.
 Sep 2021 Mystic Ink Plus
Crow
we do not write poetry
we write mirrors
which are held up
to curious faces
who read
looking for their
own reflections
 Apr 2021 Mystic Ink Plus
putiira
I want
to be the one your pen
and paper talk about
 Apr 2021 Mystic Ink Plus
Styles
My soul
Speaks
Your body language
Fluently
It's a carousel. It's a giant wheel
It goes up and down and all around
It takes me within and it takes me out
I ride. I fly. I soar. I dive
I delve and live deep inside
Into the past. And tomorrow
I am old and I am new
It takes me here. It takes me there
It takes me to your world
It takes me to you.
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