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Veronica Emilia Jan 2013
We'll drive
Stare out the window
And sing
to each other
Eat terrible food
and laugh
with one another
Gallivant around antique shops
and dream
of life together.

We'll reach the final destination
throw our suitcases
on the bed of our
cheap motel
and kiss passionately
wherever.
Veronica Emilia Dec 2012
We're unlucky
So incredibly unfortunate
To find mistletoe
Hanging pretty above our heads
Waiting for that kiss
The one that comes with all the trimmings
Of what Christmas is
Alone
Separated
Wishing
You were next to me
Standing underneath this mistletoe
That now mocks romance at me
Above my head
Veronica Emilia Dec 2012
I sit here
cold.
All I want
is to be wrapped up in you.
To close my eyes
and feel your hands
around me
The warmth of your skin
draped over me
Our legs intertwined
like pretzels
Twisted in ways
that only feel right
to us.
The moment we sit in
has no time.
There is no limit to how long
we sit as one.
So our lips touch
and instantly we are moved
Tingling erupts through me
Our eyes gaze at each other
through everything
In a second.
We long for the other one
The touch
feeling
love
To keep us in a moment timeless.
So I sit here
Longing for you
Until I can't stand it
anymore.
Veronica Emilia Dec 2012
to put it simply.

Believe it or not love is yours
Not his or hers
Not mine,
Yours

If you love, you love
to put it simply.

The choice is in your hands
Faults are the outcomes
You make,
Decide.

You would know
to put it simply,

If you were really truly in love.
Because it's simple
Feelings aren't.
Until,

You love,
to put it simply.
Veronica Emilia Dec 2012
These locks need no keys
Simplicity is the only cipher

It's under our noses
Unnoticed to all

But the few who find the answers
They are not lucky

Instead blessed.
Part II
Veronica Emilia Dec 2012
You thought you had me
Like your little secret
A key hidden under your wing.

Until I found it.
Swallowed it whole.
It first ripped my heart open, then it was smooth all the way down.


You are spastic, confused.
Your key is lost.
You're too late.

You haven't realized
Keys aren't needed
To open these locks.
Part I
Veronica Emilia Nov 2012
Snow falls
Over his eyes
Powdered
Cold skin
Hard to the touch

Each flake that falls
He sees her
Differently
What she became
Who she was

He spreads his arms and legs
Gives in to what's beneath
Sinks in
Shudders Erupt from inside
His heart feels like imploding

So his eyes close
They open
Warmth creeps over
She is next to him
They melt

Only one snow angel was there.
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