Sinnaminsun Sinnaminsun

Lust
consuming,
Love
blooming,
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Not the fire of red
but somewhere inbetween,
Yellow shows too bright
only one gives soothing gleam.
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So much stronger,
piercing through and in...
Deeper no longer sensing
as I feel it all begin.
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Love is lies
you wanna hear,
Come closer
and whisper dear,
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This calming river, a surface like glass
where deeper below emotions surpass
in longing for something more...
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The eyes dance in the lighted hour
as ears will open wide,
The laugh, a hollowed lengthy shrill
awakens all this night.
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Flowers lay waiting in sunlight's palest beam
a rainbow's their forever fading dream,
Night clouds covet as shadows gather near
amidst darkness stormy skies seem clear.
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Broken rainbows bend black and blue
as tattered tears now drown you through,
While Heaven's heartache spills the skies
flooding an ocean in your eyes.
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See this burning season
glowing all around,
With tints of fallen yesterdays
a'pile upon the ground.
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Are you a child with tantrum cries,
red faced and fist clenched?
Are you unable to wait your turn,
and tune out all replies?
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Love comes silent.
Your shadow's close,
yet not near enough.
Falling deep your sighs,
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The icy melts roll down the spine
within all hollows,
between what's mine.
A cagey chill falls one within,
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Subtle whispers kiss your ears
as softness cushions all your fears,
With silky sighs which wane then cry
you know the night ends with,
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It lingers within our shadows
taking all without regret,
Leaving behind tear stained linen
and a future never met.
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Here is your Hell...
no purgatory lay waiting.
Do you feel it in your burning veins,
within your corroded heart long filled with hate...
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How barren eyes glance past
any look thrown afar.
Long the mind has whittled,
as progress is ajar.
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Could a glance convey
more than any word,
Would one look drown-out
all you've ever heard?
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Oh morning glory kiss upon the brow,
As western winds graze past gold meadowland.
Can you hear laughter's echo even now?
Just as winds cease, there falls an open hand.
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One icicle at a time
growing long enough to climb,
Onto it I leap
looking down the veiw turns steep.
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Part your ways so that I may see truth
hiding beneath the surface you covet,
Doing your best to shelter any weakness
concealing all breaks upon a granite facade.
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