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They’d waited too long to say

“I love you”.

3 words. 3 syllables.

Yet they held millions of emotions unspoken.

and now that they’d done it, they wouldn’t,
couldn’t, stop

they told each other all the time, at the end of the argument
and before the good news.

In the middle of the storm, even though it was hard to see, and after, when the raging winds had settled on a breeze

before the rising sun turned the sky pretty colors and after it flickered out and faded away into the dark

Underneath the stars that their love had been etched into

There was no love until death for them, because it would never stop

I love you beyond
Life last only
a short time

So few love
Can ever be shared

So few words
Can ever be said

It is not an illusion
my reason why ,
I bleed poetry

To make my life magic
Before I fade away
Let my pain now die
Grant me one wish
I ask of thee
The gift of poetry
To keep me alive!
i wanted to say that you left me with nothing,
but i'd be wrong.
you forgot to take these feelings away with you.
are you willing to come back and take them with you?
you,
and me,
we are,
unified souls,
simply, united,
an unbreakable set,
underway, sailing,
like ship and sea,
this two-way street,
you,
and me,
we are,
us. [one].
XVI. Committed
In a

half breath

of this

moment

lying next

to you,

I have

felt more

than I

ever have

in my life.


the brushing

of my

hand through

the back

of your

angel hair,


the sleeping

of my dreams

while

lying next

to you,


then waking

up and seeing

them all

come true

in your

eyes.


and I kiss

you forever,

under broken

falling stars,


and give

you promises

to keep

deep inside

your heart.


to care

for us

and smiles

that only

we share

and laughter

that only we

hear early

under  pristine

light.


where angels

lay,

and where

after  the

still black

night I

always

reach

to make

love to

you...
Sometimes
when I’m talking to someone
I ask them if they like
music
They say yes, and maybe
name a few artists
Then I ask them
if they like
poetry
and they say
not really
never got into it
And I silently laugh to myself
yet break a little, too

~kb
I cannot compose brilliant poems, sonnets, or verses,

and I cannot speak to you in Latin or Greek;

I cannot move you with any language made up by man.

Love is the only only language I could touch you with

If you only knew how much I could love you.

If you knew I love you;

If I were brave enough to tell you at all.
you
you,
the song i put on my tongue,
the poem i whispered to my pen,
the love i breathed in my heart...
when a heart broken
lover
pours out all
her feelings and
translates them onto
words. something
beautiful gets created.
appreciated by many but
never the one
she's always written her
heart out for.
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