Tarnished or polished
mended or shattered
baptized or bloodied
they are all of us,
our sins, our salvations
and cherish them we shall

Not the moonstruck girl
that she used to be
she's more cautious & guarded
a little like me

I see the pain in her eyes
how she hides behind her smile
I hope she finds her happiness
it seems its been a while.

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You cant ever tell me
that deep soul love
doesn't exist
I have seen it
take the most beautiful shape
I have witnessed
that it can last
Beyond death
and rise from the ashes
to give
You strength
with each breath
This is why my walls are high
Because I deserve a love
that can fly

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…in the space between
one breath to the next
in the fraction of a second
that separates each heartbeat.
this unity of such increments
that blur into moments
the sum total of love's wholeness

It’s you !

A song in the sound of
You breathing ,
A lullaby with every sigh

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Picking up the pieces
Of peace
To pipe smoke dreams
Upon a carcus of salvation
Sought jubilation in self identification
Taking a riverboat
Through mysticism of thought
Relinquishing everything
Is all of nothing
Where does the seagul fly
Is it carried and carefree

For what then of love
A shear falling through depths
Into an abyss of no mind
Caught upon a feathers clasp
To slide into times warm pasture
Shaken into the calming
Of an unblinding morning mist
Easing of bounding heart
The unclenching of a long held fist
It is what it is

-

The way we play hide and seek
How we sometimes wander away
from one another,
from time,
to time
Yet, always searching and finding,
if the absence has been too long
Knowing when the other
is in need of the
missing part of its soul

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My sin is stained
With the colour red
A flash of fire
As I bend my head
And her Scarlet nails
Trace patterns on skin
As scarlet lips
Take you within
An innocent gaze
A devils smile
Is all it takes
To drive you wild

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And so it begin
The long wait
Till you return to my arms
Tangled in sheets, skin pressed together
For now, a cold embrace of soft cotton
Silhouette of your presence still remains
Echoes of your moans
Solace taken in the ticking clock
Brining forth your return

I could stare at you
for a lifetime
and never tire
of the view

-

Her face is
The canvas of seasons
When she smiles
The joy of spring
Dances on her face
When she's angry
The silence of autumn
Spread its wings
On her pretty face
Through her soft laughter
One can see
The lights of paradise
Playing in her eyes

-

To write
love songs
on
lost
ancient
parchments
write soliloquies
with hands
on soft silken skin

-

What memories hide behind
Her deep brown Eyes
Look deep within beyond
Lose yourself
upon her glazed stare

Captivating beauty
The surrounding world a
Blur
All you see is
Her
Hypnotized by half a smile
You forget the screwed world
For a dime

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