Shock is an anesthesia…
The calm before the storm,
The numbness I felt by his parting.
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Dear Ex-Lover,
Your distrust plauges me so.
I miss your loving presence,
that sly, playful smile.
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I don't want to be the lighthouse, tonight.
I don't want to be the caretaker.
I don't want to remember that previous occupant.
I don't want to be Humanity's Guardian.
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The music is loud.
The sound crescendos.
It courses through her veins, blood.
It is magic to her.
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Colour.
That simple 'u'.
It changes the shape, the flavor.
No longer an adjective.
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He is the left,
a colour of grey and violet.
This twisting, somber,
indecisive, beautiful,
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Your fingers play upon the frets.
She is your lover.
The Musician's Expression.
You look so stunning
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When my eyes close,
I see your face.
A smile plays across your lips,
Joy radiates from your form.
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You giggle and play,
Such a sweet boy.
Better be careful, girl.
He'll steal your heart away.
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Brighten up the sunshine, Beautiful.
Consider this your chore for the day, sailing away.
Aren’t you ready for a little light in your life?
I think you’re ready.
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The hand which holds her heart,
Untrembling.
He possesses all but a sliver.
The piece that cuts,
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Dance with me,
Before the music stops.
I want to hold your hand
And glide across the floor.
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Passion laced with ecstasy
Is a recipe for desire.
A compulsion that
Drives my sweet tongue
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The hair that touches my cheek,
Is soft, brunette in color.
The wind, in its gentle rage,
Our love it will never smother.
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And the raging winds of change
Are blowing across the air.
For when realization hits home,
Another heart shall break.
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Today, I found Solace.
He sat beside me.
His hat was twisted,
Bottle caps around its rim.
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Dance Sweetie,
under the rain.
For I shall always be
but a breath away.
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Some people reach for the stars. Some people chase their dreams. Some search for the truth amidst their lies. Someone should give them the honesty they are looking for. I'm not afraid of you. I'm not scared of me.)
Storm's Love
Shock is an anesthesia…
The calm before the storm,
The numbness I felt by his parting.
Realization is a Pop-up…
Alerting you to the storm’s arrival,
Reading, “He’s not coming back.”
Grief is a downpour…
Drenching you in salty rain,
Revealing my weakness to all.
Loathing is Zeus…
Lightning flashes of rage,
My lashing out with no purpose.
Ignorance is the wind…
Whispering tales of the past,
Silently begging for my suicide.
Memory is a teddy bear…
Tattered, but special,
The pain was worth the love.