Zebra?


"Black with white stripes"
he smiled.

"White with black stripes"
the society howled back.

"Grey...!! "
she cried.

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You to me is
what a nest is
to a bird.

Warm and safe
but never meant
to be carried along.

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It was embarrassing to be honest.
It was embarrassing, to be honest.

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I could be a poet
but who wears poems
woven out of flowers and dust
when there are poems
stitched with stars and stardust.
I keep loosing my plots
like my flowers their fragrance
hoping one day,
I'd have enough love
to attract back every ounce I lost
to bottle them
in jars of broken hearts. Tight.
And sell to the world, fireflies
shimmering in vanilla twilight.

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The best of my mornings are spent with you.
It's when we speak and we seek.

The best of my evenings are spent with you.
It's when we walk and walk the talk.

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You were there and so was I.
You stared and I smiled.
And then you smiled
and I stayed.

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I could muse on you all day
but beloved, tell me who would mourn
when the leaves turned brown and fell away
if all the flowers swayed to the wind.

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Generosity
was best appreciated
when sought.

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Before I met you
it was like I was
in my beautifully handcrafted box
in peace with myself. P e r f e c t .

Then you came with ease
like breeze, smiling
piercing my walls
shattering my equilibrium.

You'd made a hole,
a window that brought light in.
I call the box
now holding you and me
and parts of us with a hole
a home. P e r f e c t .

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You wanted to be my best,
where I had no frame of reference.

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