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Kasti Mar 2019
I'll hold your hand (even while the world watches) in my hand; feeling the warmth at our fingertips. Your eyes (being the deepest sea I've ever seen) make me forget the futility and uselessness of it all. I never thought I'd find a reason to go on (passively watching the tides of life crash by my feet) but your presence provides the reason to continue. I want to spend my life with you, clumsily dance days away, badly singing along to songs, and holding you as close as my heart is to me each night, maintaining the pleasant warmth and comfort between the two of us despite the frigid wind beating at our backs. I'll hold your hand [even as the world (as they would hate our happiness) watches]. As you, your company, give me the strength to tread on. If only I would simply allow my fingertips to graze yours.
Summer school gave too much time to think
Kasti Mar 2019
worthwhile but hard to achieve;

                                              a thing that can never be accomplished.

            Falling,                              ­                                                  
              ­                                     Fa l l i ng                          F all ing
                      F a ll ing,
                                         Fallin,
           Failin g,               Failing,
               Fallin g,
                                Fal lin,
                                                            ­   Fallng,

                                                        ­ I fell.

Your finger drew my lips as fate killed us all.

                                                       how could have this worked if it was doomed from the start?

                                                      For­ you,
                                                      my dear
                                                            ­                                     i give my all,
i give my love.
                                                           ­                   my fate
                                  my heart.


                                                For you my dear,
                                                       my true,
                                                       my love,
                                                           ­ no.
                                                For I cannot love

                                                           You.
I can't remember when I wrote this
Kasti Feb 2019
if fear were [fate]

          fate (were [fear])

                     [fate is fear] when drear is near

                                                    ->tears fall when we fall

                                                      and an end would call our intentions

                                                     ­                                            [fear is] near

                                                               ­                   when fear is drear

                                                          ­                                    [I] fear my life

                                                           ­                         [I] fear myself

                                                         ­              [I] fear our lives

                                                         [I] fear ourselves

but if [far is (near when fear is) drear and] tears are all that fall

                                                       then [fear is near (you) have no] fear

                                 (you) will succumb to all.
I wrote this when I was very tired.
Kasti Feb 2019
A heart's a heavy burden
my love falls into another's arms.
But must I always think of him?

I could forget,
I must forget,
I can't forget.

Clouding my mind like the skies on a winter day;
flooding my mind with colors that don't exist,
not to say I don't think of you at all,
as these colors really don't exist
but rather a thought exceeding the limit of my truly human emotions.

Friends,
but I want so much more.

To hold you in my arms at night,
to feel every inch of your warmth next to my body,
to run my fingers through your soft, light brown hair,
to stare deep into your wondrous, sky blue eyes,
would give me reason to die.

For you, my beautiful, give me life,
and I do not now how to express
these feelings in words, as they exceed my mind
an ultraviolet feeling, and infrared thought.

Nothing can be found from these feelings for you.
Nothing.

Open yourself to me, my love;
and I'll open myself to you, my true.
I wanted to publish something at least.

— The End —