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No matter the amount
Of time or distance
Between us
Will change how close
I am to you

When I hear your voice
Or think of you
It closes the gap
And puts you right next to me

No amount of time or distance
Will change how I feel about you
Because you are always in my heart

Your eyes are the most beautiful thing of my day.
That light brown eyes that lit whenever you see me,
I don't mind gazing through your shining stares the whole day.

Your skin looks so pale.
It looks very cold.
As cold as January,
I would love to warm you up as if I'm a Christmas sweater.

Your lips looks so delicious.
God, your lips looks so delicious,
I really want to have it for my dessert.

Your hair is as crazy as what I feel about you.
That dark brown hair, highlighted with tinted sunlight,
I want to stroke your hair every single of your sleepless nights until you fall asleep.

Baby, too bad. You live in my computer screen.

And I only exist in yours.

You mixed together
empty promises, white lies,
false hopes, and half truths.

© Matthew Harlovic

I hate sore throats
Where my voice
Is on complete mute.

Don't get me wrong
I love the silence,
Just silence.

I hate the memories
Comes with being
Voiceless.

The dry raspy
Gravel sounding
Voice.

The struggle
Of saying full
Words.

It's like a
CD skipping
A musical note

      Due to a scratch on the disc.

I hate the memories
Of a sore throat,
Where everything started...

              The memories of being
               Unable to speak or scream
                I hate the memories
                  Of a sore throat

waiting for a spark
    your eyes lock
    on my dark and
    hopeful ones waiting
for the right
    kind of love
    you'll someday give
    out to me

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Hello Poetry, will you hear my cry?
Can you put my cup into your table of mystery?
Or simply leave out the rest of the words?
Like the stitches you pushed me to wear
Whenever I mix the sugar in pain.

Hello Poetry, will you marry me?
Can you count the uncounted stars
And remain in silence whenever we kiss in the rain?
Will you pour out the wine and give me cheers?

Hello Poetry, will you be my Superman?
Who'll catch me when I fall to the pit of your romantic stanzas?
Or hang me up until you see me in tears of the ocean so deep.

Hello Poetry, will you shoot me in my weakness?
And wrap me up and sing me a song so delicate to my ears.
Will you teach me to punch curiosity of the world's psychopaths?
And tear up my bones until I pursue my calling.

Hello Poetry, will you answer me?
See how crazy I am, wandering in the desert of your magic.
Or is it an aroma of how you allure me to your depth?

I was captivated by you, coz over and over again
I hover into your words, that I became a lover --
A lover of speech and intent;
Of your soul so determined
To push me into the limits of my vocabulary.

I am in love.
I love you, Poetry.
I am your Poet.