Tag: love

Silence

Don’t be silent, look at me. Love me.

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I sit on the balcony
Cigarette in my mouth,
4 A.M, complete silence.
Just like hers.

Silence is cruelty
Silence is death
Silence is crippling my soul,
Please, don’t be silent anymore.

I’m trying to reach you,
But some part of me
Is keeping ground, hesitation.
The quietness isn’t making me sure.

Beauty and soulfulness
Combined with your tranquility,
And your convoluted self.
I can be the remedy,
The cure to your silence.

Please, think about me,
As much as I think about you.
Please, love me as much
As I’ll love you.

Don’t be silent anymore,
Be clamorous and loquacious,
For I will cherish you and hold you
I’ll never let go,
I’ll always be there,
Just let me,
Before it’s too late.

Time

Time is the answer.

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It’s a long way to fall,
Pushing and struggling
Trying to get out
Time to a screeching halt

Time plays tricks on my mind
Acts like it’s on my side
Stirring my entire being
Shivering by the depth
Of the inevitable fall

Baby
Time is a game for me
Fall, or fall
It won’t let me down easily
We all eventually descend

Time again, our savior
Our healer, the grand tinkerer
All shall be fine
When the time
Is right.

Dreams

Dream up a new self, for yourself.

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In the absence of feelings
There is no time for healing
In the gloomy night sky
He saw hope midst the darkness
A glistening bauble of belief

Like a cricket chirping away at nothing
His unhinged howls to a screeching halt
A sudden pause, out of nowhere
Trees moving with the night wind,
The only sound heard now

Camp-fire shines away with the stars
With thoughts of desire,
Similar to those he had at the bar
He enters his tent feeling broken
For love to him is the grand token

Lying down atop crumbled sheets,
His small sleeping bag provides the company
Holding him to sleep,
To hopefully dream up a new self
For himself…

Paradox

My lust and romantics, she holds the key to both.

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A lustful paradox,
Lost in the maze of desire
Like a hungry mouse
Moving around and around..

Trapped in the realm of love,
An old soul,
Feeding on the new romantics,
Like a madman, death of spirit slow.

Imagination runs wild and deep,
Beautiful bodies, violated,
Satisfied and fulfilled…
A vital life force for existence.

She holds the key to both,
My romantics and lust,
Drives a person to the edge
With her perfection.

How can someone be so perfect?