Waltzing Mouse Poems

When I look at you
I forget how to breathe
You are a fallen angel
I love the way you hold me tight
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The white rose sits on her grassy throne
Her hands are gloved in leaves of green
Her face is as pale as the winter moon
She looks to the sun, lively and keen
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A touch of moonlight
Whispering over my skin
Shimmering in the night
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Resplendent in a golden gown
Autumn sits on the hillside
She talks with the trees
And leaves a gold blush on their cheeks
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I lie on the grass
Staring up into a starless night
Into a characterless sky
Thinking of you
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White horses
Dancing amidst the heavens
Leaping, swaying beyond the stars
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Racing with the wind
Time flying on the breeze
Hair blowing in my face
Adrenaline screams
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The sunrise is a golden orb
Light peeks through the clouds
In the first pale blush of morning
The sun is veiled in silver shrouds
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Hate
It seeps into the bloodstream
Like sinister poison
It infects my mind
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I hate writers cramp
I don't want to write
Don't want to think
And my imagination collapses in on itself
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