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A second chance
Let me hold your hand, and say the words,
I love you once again.
Let me whisper things of day's gone by,
as we walk in the Scottish Glens.
Let me hold you high above all else,
as I did in days of old.
Let me rekindle a romance we once shared,
and the passion, now growing cold.
Let me take you back, to our Highland Hame,
where the mountains meet the sky.
Let me love you now, as I loved you then,
if you love me, let me try.
love of you
unsteady breaths
the only thing that keeps me even
unsteady heart beat
soft lips
I'll never get to touch
society over rules
laughs too loud
kept me calm
skin
I'll never get to feel
I want to touch
I want to feel
I need to steady myself
for the love of god
I can't
I won't
The Lover
You are the mess around this fragile glass
The one I choose because there is no other
And as I lie shattered on glorious grass
I can only envision you, the lover
You are my lens when it freezes in time
The one I cannot see without a smirk
I know our horror, I have searched its clime:
The you that holds me with our ever dirt
You are the reason for this burnt skin
I lie, but the torturous sun pushes
I endure: I love the filth of your sin
It is the better part of your bruises.
The pieces of me and their reflections too
Are swept away by others; never you.
Sonnet No. 7
Clothes
Unclothe me and put me to the side
Where passion is rooted deep within you
A place where restraint cannot be the guide
Of all naked ideas and acts we do
Unclothe me and name me with the power
Obey my passionate delicacy
For a moment where assurance leaves her
To allow a nervous ecstasy
Unclothe me and part me from the side
Where secret does not bloom with awe
A feeling that runs like a river's tide
Cannot be found behind just a door
O, clothe me and part me from her fashion
For I am restricted from sure passion
My Lovely Wife
Getting dressed
Hope im not late
Going to a restaurant
On our first date
Cotton candy kisses
And hotdog hugs
Carnival rides
And getting bit by bugs
Sitting in the dark
Watching a screen
It's movie night
Date #3
Feeding geese
Until it's dark
Having a picnic
At the park
Twilight
A scent of calm, forbidden air.
As fingers interwine.
Unexpected moments are here.
A very slight hint of fear.
Stuck in the dark and the light.
Really quite a beautiful sight.
Seeing a moment that could, but never will.
But then again.
But then again-
What if the world just wanted this?
What if we could have this?
I'll learn to do this.
Deal with the broken moments of it all.
But if the world wanted this.
It could be, it'll probably be-
Maybe the best thing.
Speak. Listen. Learn
We.
I never want you when you want me.
But it's the same when I want you.
What can I do?
The feelings are never mutual.
Never moving on. Staying in neutral
I hit the gas. But never can leave.
I act like I can to deceive.
I want it.
I want us.
But that bus already left.
So I've spoken. Now I listen. But when will I learn.
XO
I try to find you.
Physically you're out of sight.
Mentally you're on my mind.
In my thoughts.
Answering my prayers.
I want to tell you.
But it's to early.
The sun hasn't risen.
The rooster hasn't crowed.
So I wait.
For the perfect time.
To confess it all.
Express my feelings.
XO.
Yet we forgot the last.
But I hope it's soon to come.
Vanilla Lady
Sweet and beautiful
Though complacent you are
Like vanilla...
Such a dilemma
No word can describe your beauty
Yet I cannot do justice
To your monotony
Without drowning it in a sea of adjectives
Yet you're amazingly sweet
It makes sugar seem bitter or tasteless
It's hopeless;
Your sweetness is my friend
Your beauty is my relief
As well as my shame
But why can't you be more like chocolate
Sweet and willing to stand out?
You Cannot Throw Me Away
You can only attempt to
And fail.
You can try every trick
In the book
And come up with a few
Of your own
But I don't care
It doesn't matter
What you do
Or what you say
Because I know
You can never throw me away.
Kelliya
Stars fall from the sky
And flower petals rain down
Like raindrops or teardrops.
The world seems to sing
As if clouds of invisible birds
Are hanging over us.
Every societal ill
Seems to fade or dissolve
Into a puddle of colorful
Shapes and patterns
Like an exploding kaleidoscope.
This is what it feels like
When I think of Kelliya.
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