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Whitney Jan 2015
And then there was *you.
Whitney Jan 2015
Wake with me in the early morning
when the breeze rustles over our slumbering selves
cooing at us gingerly from afar as if
we were newly born-tender and soft
awake in an unfamiliar world

Explore with me
childlike in curiosity and wonder
let us map the curves of our skin with the breathe of gentle fingers
whisper forgotten secrets down the length of our bodies
until we are nothing but shivers and sighs

Drink with me
let us taste the bitter remnants of our adolescent memories
swallowed down like pills unsweetened-
with morning coffee and stale toast
kiss them away until they are ghosts hanging in the draft
Whitney Apr 2014
I desire the sighs that escape your lips
high pitched almost feminine
let me entice them from your body
lips grazing over parched skin

Why would God label such as a sin
Whitney Jan 2014
I just want to bend together like a jigsaw puzzle
Lose track of which leg is yours and which arm is mine
I'm fine if I don't remember everything when I wake up
as long as when I do you're there, someone's there to
watch over me. Take care of me and pretend like
whatever I did the night before will cease to exist
that I will continue life pretending whatever last night was
didn't happen.
Because that's the beauty in those nights
when you lose track of it all when you let your mind fall
and you pretend and hope someone might catch you
and for a moment they do
they hold out their hand and you feel their fingertips
slip through your hair just long enough for you to feel that they're there
and then you hit it. You wake up in the morning and live your life
like nothing ever happened. Like nothing ever did happen.
And sometimes it's sad to forget.
But the most beautiful things were never meant to stay.
Computer
Whitney Sep 2013
Traveling in a sea
Of heads and bodies
Not sure where I'm going but
Hoping I'll get there

I'm just me
And there are 7 billion mes so
How special am I really?
Just another face in a crowd
Wandering around
Another me in a sea of mes

Hoping I'll get somewhere.
Phone
Whitney Aug 2013
I fell in love with our story,
and I thought I fell in love with you too.
The best love stories can take you anywhere,
even places where you were never meant to go.
I'm so, so

**sorry.
Computer
Whitney Aug 2013
Winter whispers to me as I walk
The trees hang ridged frozen in time
unaware that life continues to pass them by
they do not change much in the wintertime.

My footsteps are familiar to the sidewalk
that is why I don't make much sound
when I walk to my coffee shop
Yes, my coffee shop.

My gloves are not slippery enough to
slip
when I turn the ****, open the door
the air inside is warm.
Unfinished, Computer
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