KarlRomeo PierreLouis Poems

I keep company with bad company, you see
the kind that welcome themselves but leaves
with a piece of who I am
little by little they track mud and fear
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He does not stare into the night
he stares into her eyes from the distance of his
heart and imagination complimented only by his memory
he does not kiss into the air
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Could it be away from Ethiopia,
Charm has poured constantly to her request
and in the splendor of her kisses have bruised her feet
broken pieces of heaven have fallen as snow to her wonder
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They think him lover and villain
unkind and unlike the milk-white roses he leaves behind
Mad and insane, enraged even
through the stretch of the imagination they have condemned him
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what say you gentle moon, can this be it
your crescent glow through the night has made
this all too surreal, all too perfect
what say you tender wind, can this be it
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And it was the reflection
That kept me between the hours
Of fading night and new day
And it was my imperfection
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And he asked for one more sunrise
along the purple hazed sunset of the day before
as his counting breath shorten his ideals
he whispered a confession to the passing clouds above
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With ink on her hands she wrote to me her truths
reading over her fingered letters
she gave onto my eyes her promises
and as her words echoed through me
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He did not hide his hands
and in the strange delivery of his words
she reached for him
and with a step so calm, he wasted no distance
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And with a sigh, goodbye became the whisper
and she was gone with the last sound
with it my breath and composure
fell to my feet and regret became my companion
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