Yvonne Iversen

There is a man without a face,
a faceless man without a name.
He's the son of nobody-knows-whom,
the father of no one.
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We see the world through these coloured glasses,
rose coloured glasses.
With tinted spectacles we preserve the
red vision of love,
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I came with my confession.
I couldn’t take the palpitations.
With this love digression
I admit you got my heart in possession.
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Lost for words.
Because pityness seems so weak,
yet so strong.
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Bang.
Bang.
A shot in the head.
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Wipe the spots off.
No remains.
Traces washed ashore.
Marks flushed away.
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It will be fine,
in the end I guess.
That’s life,
right?
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By the bend,
where you stood.
Where I gazed in your blue eyes.
Blue eyes.
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What matters
you don’t seem to know.
I know it.
know it too well I suppose.
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Tender lovers
ordering tickets to modern love.
Catch my breath.
Wish it was not so.
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Gifts,
wrapped in red paper.
Red roses,
satin hearts.
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These days,
love's wrapped in red paper,
given with red roses and satin hearts.
Chocolates,
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Still makes me wonder.
Is this fair?
Is this right?
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Spread your wings,
just let yourself fly.
Spread your wings,
prepare to die.
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No sweet words were spoken,
not that day.
It was warm,
still I froze.
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He sealed my lips,
while he gently ran his fingers through my hair.
His tongue stroke mine,
then a wobbling feeling of relief ran through me.
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Jealousy.

A disease.
A disease to one's flesh.
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You never knew
who your soul belonged to.
But I did,
within my heart.
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A cold street.
Waking up,
so cold.
Freezing.
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I got to find a way to make you feel.
Make you understand me.
Just be true.
I'm going to find a way.
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