Elizabeth Leung

Lovely white roses,
Not phoney plastic pretense,
Real to the very last thorn.
Soft white petals,
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can it withstand that fiery
red fire?
I watch those emerald piercing eyes
and how they have upon your soul a
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She passed me by, like a gust of wind,
Her long black tresses brushed against my skin,
Leaving sweet tasting frost, on my lips.
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the rock and the stone,
they sit at the beach
from summer to summer.
and winter to winter.
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the rock and the stone,
they sit at the beach
from summer to summer.
and winter to winter.
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what are memories made of
are they like the swirls of smoke
created from a single lit cigarette
tossing freely upwards
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a cherry perched on my glass
a stillness in my heart
my skin, laced with your touch
as the green bottles whistled along,
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watch the stars collide and the beam of lights
explode in a cloudy midnight, for you and I
because i love you till the end of the universe
i love you, and that's the truth
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trapped in a dream

and four grey walls.
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What can I do?
My head turns towards you,
Like moths to the lamp post,
And a curious goat to paper.
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I am transparent.
like the glass window.
Look through me.
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i hear the soft rustle of the leaves,
as twigs crack under my feet.
here i continue to wander,
with memories i continue to keep.
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i give u my heart tied up in a ribbon
would u care to put it in your heart?
our hearts shall beat in the same rhythm.
like a lemon tablet dissolved in cold water,
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