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Wandering soul May 2014
There she lay
Her tears making music
Her pain a sweet melody
Her eyes ocean deep
And there she lay
Hoping to see the sight
Her parched heart
Her sore eyes
So longed
Days passed
And then years
And there she lay
Hope glittering
In traitor eyes
Slowly drowning
In her tears
Wandering soul Apr 2014
I see your face
Reflected in every mirror
I pass
And my heart breaks
Like
Shards of glass
I can still taste your smile
The feel of you
Under my hands
And I know I can't wait
To come back
We love a good introspection.
A lot of thinking-outside-the-box
a dash of sponaneity with a pinch
of romance.
A lot of pondering, wandering
wondering and pandering.
We crave intimacy and to woo we say,

"Look at my poetry."

Our minds are wired differently.
We tend to see things not as they are
but what they can be.
We are silently affectionate but rarely
spout off our poems in public.
We love deeply, fall hard and
live out our lives according to our
composition books.
Wandering soul Mar 2014
You had to melt
Your love
So it could flow into
The broken crevices
Of my heart
And now I'm complete

My love
You fixed me
Wandering soul Mar 2014
I said to him
I'm sorry
I don't know what it's like to love
And be loved
I hope you understand

He nodded
And left
And took his heart with him
And today I stand
With my heart in my hand
And I hold it out to you
*I don't know what it's like to be loved
Do you ?
Wandering soul Mar 2014
You are the stars
In my sky
You are the words
On my lips
You are the colour
In my life
You are my everything
You are my nothing
And I said
I am
If
*You are
Wandering soul Mar 2014
I got struck
With cupids arrow
And now
*My hearts bleeding
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