I want to slip little pieces of heaven
down your pockets.
Treats,
you'll discover later,
When I'm away again,
When you'd be craving the sweet,
When your hands would slip in,
In search of good things,
And find them at your fingertips-
Crumpled and sweet.

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Come and find those letters I talk of
On my tongue with yours.
Assess the way it rolls and bends,
Hark the sounds which slip past my lips
And steal those letters I speak of
For your own.

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I found you
A persistent thorn on my pillow;
Poking me awake,
Dragging me away from my sleep,
Screaming at me
Subtly-
Give me attention
Or I'll make you bleed
From little corners of your being;
You can't throw me away
I'm hidden in your warm bed, unclean.

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Love could never be subtle.
It has a habit of blooming in plain sight,
Bright and shiny, even if it may be hidden
Under leaves for a while,
It catches eyes of most many.

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Reading a book in his arms while the rain kisses the windows lightly.

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Rain shrouds most of the outside world
When it arrives with all its passionate heart.
Hiding most of everthing from our view.
The only thing we can see is
It thundering down on all of us,
All we can hear is it making its presence known,
Making us sit indoors
While it sings its raging song with all
The lights and drama;
Urging us to look within,
Considering we can hide within these
Four walls only so much;
Preaching silently- the world is huge
But the only thing that should matter sometimes is
You.

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There is hope dangling on the sill.
Fluttering in my line of vision,
Spinning with the slightest of winds,
Showing me all its sides,
Knocking on the pane to be let in.
But it's where it's ought to be
Out of my reach and out of my space.

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Pulling out my mistakes like a child unearthing grass,
Tugging at all the roots to dislodge it clean,
Dusting off the mud off my memory.

Continuing to pull haphazardly
Because now I just can't stop.
Only barely managing to pull the top half off in the rush.

Like a machine on low battery I keep at it,
Grabbing just air by the end.

I sit in the mess, motionless,
While reality kept walking farther away from me.

I wake up disoriented in my bed,
Body aching and eyes barely opening.

My thoughts took over me yet again.

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Infamous

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Maybe you'll start to regret
The time you and I were one
When rainbows were scattered in our lives
With no fatal storm in sight;

Maybe you'll call it all a terrible mistake
That your immature stupid heart made,
An impulsive move you'd wish to retrace
And stop from ever happening;

Maybe you'll hate me for ripping us apart
But I'd rather not see us miserable, holding onto forever;
I'd rather make up space for little smiles and
Get back on road to get crinkles by our eyes, the kind no one can hide.

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