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The Broken Poet Sep 2015
He was a handsome young fellow
Smiled with his whole heart
Then he went on overseas
Came back like a mine
All ***** and filthy with the day's mission
He never cried again, that boy
He once was so sweet and sensitive
His hands bare the blood of humans
He no longer smiles
His head is always bowed down
A bottle always clutched to his side
His rifle slung around him
Everyone is an enemy
He ain't the young friendly cowboy you once knew
He drank himself to death
The War threatening his life
The War depriving him of his sleep
Creeping in when he closed his eyes
He would wake up screaming and cursing himself
It shouldn't have been him, it should've been me
He pulled the trigger with an empty Jack nearby
The War took his life.
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
When Heaven's waters rain down
I want you to pull me in tight
Our slick bodies moving with the wind
You white cotton tee exposing
Your shaggy hair sticking to the nape of your neck
I want to feel your wet lips on me
The raindrops tickling our skin
I want you to hold me and never let go
Tell me how much you love me
Baby kiss me in the rain.
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
I am a poet
A reader of love
A desire of touch
A yearning of passion
I want my skin to heat
To feel your heart beat
To get tangled up in sheets
To get drunk on your lips
All in the name of innocence.
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
You have always been the boy
I have always been infatuated by you
I don't know what it is
But there's something about you
Something that won't let me stop writing
Something that keeps me up late at night
I imagine you lying next to me
Your hot breath warming my neck
Oh John, how I wish I could just tell you
Maybe you'll feel the same way
Maybe I can finally let go
Dear John,
You are the very dream I ache.
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
Him
I was staring at a dream
My heart hammering
The butterflies exploding
My tongue twisting
My breath quickening
Oh how that smile tangles me up
He looks up and catches me staring
My cheeks blush
I look away immediately
How I wish I had the courage to talk to him.
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
I close my eyes to slumber
His name drifting off with the wind
I feel him here next to me
His arms wrapped around me
Our body warmth igniting
His skin electrifying
His lips burning
His heart glowing
His eyes sparkling
Just Kiss Me You Fool, I say
Our lips touch
Our bodies crash
My hands reaching for the buttons of your shirt
Your lips grazing my body
Nothing has ever felt so just
You whisper "I Love You" against my neck
Your touch lingering
I say it back and pull you on top of me
The sun shines forth through my windows
Waking me from a beautiful dream of us
Until the next time I close my eyes
Will I see your face and feel your body
Curse the sun
For separating us.
The Broken Poet Sep 2015
He grew up around *****
Bottles and cans thrown 'round
He calls them his holy water, now
Been a long time since Church
We watch him slowly progressing his death
The bubbles quickening the pace
He drinks till he's out
Till I can't see the heart behind his eyes
A new man kicks in
This ain't the dad I know
All the ***** finally got to him
He drank himself to death
I guess too much of a good ain't a good thing.
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