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B Jun 2013
Love is a word
not often used
hastily abused
to seperate fuse
and confuse

To acquire power
or regain
a wilted flower
love takes hold
and the reigns
of reason
are snapped
by its control
no longer in control
you use the word
to reacquire
lost desire
in your partner

love is loaded
who has the gun?
and talking about love
like inspiration from above
but really
just using the word
to feel safe

when push goes to shove
who do you trust
to use the word love

say it at the same time
on the count of three
it never comes easy
the word love
can be misleading
through cheating
when it gets heated
what do you say

what they always say

love
finds its way
Tiana Lloyd Aug 2017
Unburden my Heart
The very one that used
to Beat so Fiercely for You.
Unravel my mind,
and Reclaim every crowded thought
I hold on To.

Take away the light that once
Shone in my eyes
Rid me of these cruel Sands of Time--
Flowing endless as the sea,
Seize my tumultuous Soul--
****** it away from me.

Take away all nostalgic recollections
both the good and the bad
Steal away with my fractured emotions--
Those I wish I never had.

Take away the love I can no longer Give,
Take away my Fight, and my Will to Live.
Remove every aspect, Swipe every lingering Lie,
Rob me of the Crushing Weight
of our Final Goodbye.

Unhinge All my Sorrow
Release All my Hate
Strip from me from All this Pain
That I feel so Late.

Take back our First Hello
Take back our First Kiss...
Wipe away this Accursed Phantom--
The constant Taste of You worn upon my Lips.

Reacquire Every Intimate Moment once Shared,
Every deep breath, Chaste touch;
Fingers that once combed
Longingly through Raven Hair
.

Take away the failed notion of Us
To make room for a Solitary Me,
Take away how things once were
And leave behind what must Be.

Detach your Essence from my Spirit--
So Broken and Weak,
To Allow myself to swallow Selfish Words,
Words I can no longer Speak.

Pull every Volume of our shared story from my Shelves,
So that you may set every page ablaze
And leave Nothing
But Myself...
To pick up a pen
And Begin
A
New
Page.
Anand Prakasque Sep 2015
reacquire these musings,

that goes passing by.

oh girl, oh girl ! won’t you sip my lips like you do.




let me, let me glorify.

those sad dunes covering your rhyme.

*oh girl, oh girl ! won’t you make me sip your pains.

— The End —