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She looks like heaven
And tastes like hell
Like a butterfly,
I first saw her under the summer skies,
As like a butterfly–
She's beautiful, wondrous, divine,
And sometimes, from time to time (like a butterfly)
The thought of her flutters through my mind,
With it being every time I see her eye to eye,
All I ever feel are butterflies
Down a peaceful, quiet lane
The two-story farmhouse awaits
Bathed in evening hues
Of rich lavenders, pinks,
And dusty apricot
The lilac scented breezes blow
Whispering stories of summer
Let me dance in pastures
Of buttercups and wild daisies
Where horses graze contentedly
And Virginia bluebells sway
Where time becomes stuck
And lets me live this golden moment
Just once more

**~Marian~
Dedicated to a farmhouse I saw
For sale today online...I really liked it,
So I wrote this poem about it!! :)
It's been awhile, guys,
So I thought I would write something
Today and post it!! ~~~<3
Enjoy!! :)
I have kissed boys

Girls

People in between

But lately I have been kissing bottles

Their lips are colder than yours

But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest

Yet as these toxins rush through my veins

I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin

Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me

But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin

While heartache

Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know
Defining self with a name,
is too limiting
to one's own grand nature.

Better yet define yourself with the rising sun
that shines even behind cloudy days.
A river that flows freely with swirling gracefulness.
Or even, the universal heart that plays  sacred song
anointing one to dance.

Yes if I was to define myself,
I would connect with Mother Earth
and celebrate in breath
to live each moment as a gift.
Inspired by chat with B
You were once my medicine, now you're a heartache.
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