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a ratio of freckles to starsvirginia,

you are floating away in
every direction:

a universe
of sunlight & marrow bones
i want to know

your touch
had vertigo then--
a certain horse sadness

i remember how you
would swallow the stars:
watch them glow through your cheeks

(no one told you
what they thought of light & dying
of being a constellation
drawn across your face)

you are the milky way:
a firefly drowning

but i will trail you--
hold your coat above the water

(a star
exploding a million miles away
with a number for a name)

This is my girlfriend.This is my girlfriend.
I found her all on my own.
She’s little,
And broken.
But still good.
Yeah,
Still good.

There isThere is;

Joy in your laughter, music in your voice
Dance in your step, confidence in your stride
Pride in your heart, tranquility in your mind
Sweetness in your smile, fierceness in your eyes
Comfort in your presence, tenderness in your embrace

Nothing quite compares

Dancing with the Fairies EnglandxReader

Emerald leaves, orange light,
Swaying bluebells, pink clouds,
Rustling trees, calling birds,
In the stillness of the forest.

We wandered from the gravel path,
Careful where we trod,
Not to crush the innocent flowers,
That tinted a fine fragrance.

Past the great oak,
Beyond the pine and beech,
Our fingers entwined together,
My hand locked safely in his.

Great gorges and steep cliffs,
We passed before an opening,
Where light shone through gracefully,
Catching on mysterious forms.

The rosebay willowherb seeds
Floated and waltzed effortlessly
Through the air and caugh

A Lack of EloquenceYou told me you wanted to be a writer someday
And I couldn't help but wonder if you'd ever written about me
I went home and tried to write something beautiful about you
But I couldn't find the words
I don't know how to describe the kindness in your eyes
Or the way your voice sends shivers down my spine
Or how you linger in my dreams at night
No matter how I string my words together
They never quite seem to do you justice
You must forgive me for my lack of eloquence
And understand all the things I'm trying to tell you
When at last, for all my trying, the only words I have are these:
"I love you, I love you, I love you"

You are a bittersweet beauty with hips that lie.Do I crave you because I crave a intense muse?

Poetry flows from my lips.

My heart bruises,

soul feels ripped.

I still want you.

I don’t need you.

I want you.

I want your flesh upon mine.

Whiskey lips and hips that don’t lie.

Bone against bone.

My body is my home.

Experience the bittersweet beauty.

BeautySmiling into the sunshine I go,
the warm rays on my face as I walk.
The world around me is vibrant,
every color rushing to meet my gaze.
The world seems as if it is waiting for me,
opening its beauty to my eyes.
A drop of water touches my face,
from the sky they fall,
bringing out new color and life.
I sit in the rain as around me it falls.
I would try to find the most beautiful things,
but you are the most beautiful thing of all.

It hurtIt hurt you know,
Falling for you.

I felt very bump and bang,
Every bruise and break.
I tried to hold on,
I tried to slow down,
I tried to stop.
But it was inevitable.
Gravity was too much,
It kept pulling me down
To you.

And when I landed,
When I hit the ground
At your feet
I could barely breathe.
It was too much
For anyone to handle
Let alone me.

But I watched you reach down,
And felt you pick me up.
You gathered together
All my broken pieces
And worked for days
Making me whole again.

It took time
But I finally realised
That for me to fall down to you
Meant that you
Had fallen too.

So once I was rebuilt
I searched for your missing p

Rising from Rock Bottom

What more can one wish for at the end of the counting of blessings?
Past the limit of their greatest efforts and exhausted breaths?

What love is should be tested, and if true, never broken.
Immortal to beyond a dying breath, where patience is our only friend with faith.

Holding hands and walking through Hell with your head high
and a love for your lover coursing through your veins.

Through thick and thin stays the course on which I tread,
while loving you with each and every step.

For better or worse, until death do we part only to later meet
and love one another again and forever. Persevere, my love, for I am with you always.

let's play pretendplease hold me close and keep your eyes shut
i'll become the girl who broke your heart
and you'll be the boy who broke mine

The Passing of a LifeI've got little left to say.
The dust has since settled,
but my memories linger on.
This old mustang has gotten me far,
But the reality is still stinging.

I can feel your touch,
I can hear your singing.
By the highway streetlight I can see you,
Looking down at me from the stars.

I couldn't think there.
The house was a hollow shell,
A portrait of an old life.
I sold it, packed the car, and hit the road,
Running from the ghost of you.

I can smell your hair,
I can taste the love we had.
By the salt of my tears I remember you,
Smiling from across the table.

I decided to drive away.
To run from a cold grave,
A clean marble headstone.
You were

Happy Birthday Fox!Every moment spent with you,
Everything which we once knew,
Is now melting into the past,
You and I, our futures last.

Together our souls burn bright,
Like a hearth and candlelight,
Late night talks or daylight hours,
Poems about us, or poems about flowers,

Though we are so far apart.
You are forever engraved in my heart,
Each passing second with you,
Is worth a lifetime to me.

Eternity.Love.
There aren’t any words that can explain our love.
You smiles with your eyes,
You brighten the world with your laugh,
This love sparkles brighter than the moon,
And the burning sun.
You lights the darkness
You stand out from the flock.
Every kiss is the softest touch,
This love is a soft beauty.
The thought of knowing you are mine
Is like a time of magic
The night we met was endless magic
Dancing in the moonlight is a magical moment
That I always forever cherish
I will love you till infinity ends
Like ying and yang, you and me
Eternity

Thief of HeartsYou descend upon me
like the night,
softly enshrouding me,
dream like I surrender
feeling myself lost,
you hold me in suspension
upon dark shrouds
of raven rings
which carry us away,
you are no ordinary thief,
but a thief of hearts
you eluded all my senses
and my fate was sealed
long before ever I knew it,
and yet you are not the only
one with secrets,
I who once danced in the moon
with trickster spirit,
I hold the key which open the doors
to your soul, kept in a box
with no lid nor lock,
so thusly we have managed
to irrevocably capture
one another.

AbsenceEverything I do
reflects you
as if you were dead:

I am in mourning,
the way I watch the sun rise,
your face an apparition
in the window
like a ghost

the longing
in my stomach
so much like loss.

They say that when you die I will
forget you piece by piece
but they are wrong:

already I know you
only in fragments
your eyes in the sunlight last wednesday
your hardness and fullness
in the doorway unexpected
the red in your beard
and the rogue silver
and your puckered mouth

I know your warm hands
the smell of mint and tea
your peculiar vibrations

but not the whole.

So perhaps they are right:
this incremental absence is
a death, a dying

I am

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the one i love, i hate

by ~deadrose58, May 21, 2008, 5:09:49 AM
Literature / Poetry / Romantic / General / Free Verse

The One I love
I hate
Andit's too late
No more time
Down in the depths of hell
I have a story to tell

Always
I gave my heart
Until I died
With nothing inside
And when I think of you
It eats at me

Weakened heart
Blacked soul
I'll push you
and watch you fall

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bleh

~sanjalydia Jun 12, 2008 Professional Photographer

that always remind me on something... now i am sad and frusstrated by that asshole..

~deadrose58 Jun 12, 2008

who hurt you?

~sanjalydia Jun 12, 2008 Professional Photographer

it is just fucking love...impossible one.. like... someone give you his heart and just turn his back on you and leave without reason

~deadrose58 Jun 12, 2008

trust me...it's happened to me three times. it'll be alright. if they turn away like that, you dont need them anyway.

~sanjalydia Jun 12, 2008 Professional Photographer

yeah i know.. but when someone said to you "forever".. "please dont leave me, i ll be there for you whatever happens....." that hurts..

~deadrose58 Jun 12, 2008

trust me. i know. specially when you gave that person a precious gift that can go to no one else. mostly because you'll never get it back because it's not something you can get back.

~sanjalydia Jun 12, 2008 Professional Photographer

i hope it`ll pass away.....

~deadrose58 Jun 12, 2008

it will. eventually.

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