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Scritch Scratch what am I doing nothings making sense I've an awareness I'm running off a cliff, yet continue on, headlong into the unreality that ultimately brings death. an unknown except for one certainty. an unrelentingly vapid path. one last huff, one last puff the last of the traps | |
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love and mist
cannot control this feeling consuming heart and mind the face I see all the time 💕 😍 . [Edited 11/13/19 15:58pm] | |
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Sowing Seeds of Doubt The tiniest of seeds flourish when tended even overgrown weeds their beauty surrendered Has she entranced you so stolen you from my arms whispering a sweet word to you using cunning charms The fresh flower you recently picked lays by the wayside withered, lacking power dust clouds kicked by passersby in stride the blustery ill wind blowing in from below spins rage from within yet dies mid-throes | |
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tormented for loving though feeling unqualified as a lover at first being desirous, then switch to one insecurity or other scared to disappoint lest being exposed as a fraud, feeling ugly, riddled with unforgivable flaws | |
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I have no fear as I stand here to absorb each hit of barbs of twisted wit from each blow I shant hide, fearlessly, I brush them aside, for true love I am as a shield yet for true love, I do yield. | |
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True love of fairy tales I’ve never believed to be true There’s never a happy ending, only the two meant for the two Nothing grand that will spin the world beneath your feet Only humble helpings I have to offer, that may not be as sweet Through trials, through adversity, through rain Who’ll still always be there enduring through pain When one is down, who’ll be there to lift the spirit For good, for bad, for what may come, and still be in it? | |
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clickity clack
the wheel veers off track .. [Edited 11/16/19 7:07am] | |
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Such renderings does things, as a quixotic poet, drunken, from the nectar, from the passion fruit of love | |
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You pour quiet relections over me, soft white lights tan my soul, your night blankets cover me, in the security of your embrace | |
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love flows like oh so bubbly liquid strawberry cream or lava to ocean, trundling over earth in a hot molten stream | |
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