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"awaya" poems
He was a man with an angel tattoo In his neck He looked at me with passion and said salut mademoiselle can I talk to you ? I looked at him without saying anything i felt like He did touch my soul in the first second I saw his eyes first thing he said is how long can you keep me for I Said why !? what do you mean !! He said i know your kind Living for the feelings lying about their true colors it's a part of your beauty of being mystery to some people and a cold heart to some other people How strong? , keeping everything in the inside , crying every night Crying for letters Wishing for life that you know you'll never have , you are mix of white and red I can see throw you you look so visible to me broken heart Living for the pain you keep breaking your own heart before anyone will have a chance too right?   if anyone had chance of doing that he would be a special one and you've lose your self to your weakness you'll be Without an identity of writing or living You have a pleasure of living with ....."your own kind of pain"..... -How !? He stripped me naked heart I had nothing to say or to Deny I was screaming in the inside But calme in the outside how he stripped me naked heart How he knew all that about me i never admit that , even to myself Who is he!? What did made him so angry at me ! He just walked awaya I was Standing with words Who is he !? He did put a words print in my mind I just can't forget how he did look at me He lookd so deep in my eyes that he made me so insecure about myself So lovelessness So shameless..
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Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 8:15 AM UTC
A man with an angel tatto
He was a man with an angel tattoo In his neck He looked at me with passion and said salut mademoiselle can I talk to you ? I looked at him without saying anything i felt like He did touch my soul in the first second I saw his eyes first thing he said is how long can you keep me for I Said why !? what do you mean !! He said i know your kind Living for the feelings lying about their true colors it's a part of your beauty of being mystery to some people and a cold heart to some other people How strong? , keeping everything in the inside , crying every night Crying for letters Wishing for life that you know you'll never have , you are mix of white and red I can see throw you you look so visible to me broken heart Living for the pain you keep breaking your own heart before anyone will have a chance too right?   if anyone had chance of doing that he would be a special one and you've lose your self to your weakness you'll be Without an identity of writing or living You have a pleasure of living with ....."your own kind of pain"..... -How !? He stripped me naked heart I had nothing to say or to Deny I was screaming in the inside But calme in the outside how he stripped me naked heart How he knew all that about me i never admit that , even to myself Who is he!? What did made him so angry at me ! He just walked awaya I was Standing with words Who is he !? He did put a words print in my mind I just can't forget how he did look at me He lookd so deep in my eyes that he made me so insecure about myself So lovelessness So shameless..
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I clutched tight to the string of A red ballonIt clung to my hair, making it stick straight upA red ballonI drew a picture onA red ballonThen let the air out ofA red ballonI watched the drawing shrink on A red ballonAnd listened to the air coming out ofA red ballonI bounced and kept in the airA red ballonI went outside withA red ballonThe wind got faster, and blew awayA red ballonIt flew into the skyA red ballonUntil there was nothing left of A red ballonPlease tell me if you findA red ballon
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Mar 1, 2010
Mar 1, 2010 at 4:23 PM UTC
A Red Balloon's Journey
a snow filled winter wind rushes in my thoughts but it is in the silence between our spoken words where my heart caresses each line of her beauty and swims in the heat of her eyes entwined in mine where her heart desires mine where spoken truths are just a reflection of the deeper fires of our souls and that ultimate truth expressed in our passionate embrace becomes the living breathing of our souls a snow filled winter wind drifts past the window but like the world itself seems so distant from us cradled in my arms the fabric of her clothes sweetly perfumed dance tingling across my senses her soft breath exhaled dizzying to my heart her words soft warm wet fill my head a snow filled winter wind steady against a cloud soaked sky spills into the very edge of my mind as the comfort and beauty of our embrace endures this is the truth i have sought my entire life this is the promise that i so deeply desired her eyes capture me and for a moment we sit gazing we have saved us we have found us and the love and heat of our embrace keeps the winter wind awaya snow filled winter wind rushes in my thoughts but it is in the silence between our spoken words where my heart caresses each line of her beauty and swims in the heat of her eyes entwined in mine where her heart desires mine where spoken truths are just a reflection of the deeper fires of our souls and that ultimate truth expressed in our passionate embrace becomes the living breathing of our souls a snow filled winter wind drifts past the window but like the world itself seems so distant from us cradled in my arms the fabric of her clothes sweetly perfumed dance tingling across my senses her soft breath exhaled dizzying to my heart her words soft warm wet fill my head a snow filled winter wind steady against a cloud soaked sky spills into the very edge of my mind as the comfort and beauty of our embrace endures this is the truth i have sought my entire life this is the promise that i so deeply desired her eyes capture me and for a moment we sit gazing we have saved eachother we have found eachother and the love and heat of our embrace keeps the winter wind away
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Nov 19, 2015
Nov 19, 2015 at 4:50 AM UTC
snowbound embrace
a snow filled winter wind rushes in my thoughts but it is in the silence between our spoken words where my heart caresses each line of her beauty and swims in the heat of her eyes entwined in mine where her heart desires mine where spoken truths are just a reflection of the deeper fires of our souls and that ultimate truth expressed in our passionate embrace becomes the living breathing of our souls a snow filled winter wind drifts past the window but like the world itself seems so distant from us cradled in my arms the fabric of her clothes sweetly perfumed dance tingling across my senses her soft breath exhaled dizzying to my heart her words soft warm wet fill my head a snow filled winter wind steady against a cloud soaked sky spills into the very edge of my mind as the comfort and beauty of our embrace endures this is the truth i have sought my entire life this is the promise that i so deeply desired her eyes capture me and for a moment we sit gazing we have saved us we have found us and the love and heat of our embrace keeps the winter wind awaya snow filled winter wind rushes in my thoughts but it is in the silence between our spoken words where my heart caresses each line of her beauty and swims in the heat of her eyes entwined in mine where her heart desires mine where spoken truths are just a reflection of the deeper fires of our souls and that ultimate truth expressed in our passionate embrace becomes the living breathing of our souls a snow filled winter wind drifts past the window but like the world itself seems so distant from us cradled in my arms the fabric of her clothes sweetly perfumed dance tingling across my senses her soft breath exhaled dizzying to my heart her words soft warm wet fill my head a snow filled winter wind steady against a cloud soaked sky spills into the very edge of my mind as the comfort and beauty of our embrace endures this is the truth i have sought my entire life this is the promise that i so deeply desired her eyes capture me and for a moment we sit gazing we have saved eachother we have found eachother and the love and heat of our embrace keeps the winter wind away
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