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Poetic Artiste Sep 2014
I once meant everything to you.
I was yours as much as you were mine.
No one could come between us.
No one to jeopardize what was fated to be.
—or so I thought.
It always begins perfectly.
falling in love,
Becoming captivated in embraces, voices, hugs...
Then things turn awry.
Simple issues become large.
Positivity swings to negativity,
Love turns to hate.
Love making turns to meaningless *****.
Warm embraces run cold.
Bonds dwindle into oblivion.
No more cuddling.
No more touch.
No more feelings.
No more love.
Regretfully—No more us.
Poetic Artiste Sep 2014
Did you ever stop to think?
That maybe—just maybe,
This was meant to be...
Poetic Artiste Sep 2014
The call to slumber was never so alluring,
Until nights you were near,
From warmth emitting your body,
To the scent of your hair,
The silhouette of your frame,
Shifting to meet the shapeliness of mine,
Like fingers meeting fingers our bodies lay intertwined.

Peacefully we lie.
Arms draped securely around you,
Your head snug aloft my breast,
Forehead resting lightly against my chin,
Delicate glances upward,
Affectionate are the kisses given.
Ear to chest—sound of the finest heartbeat,
Floating further toward slumber with each pounding melody...
Poetic Artiste Sep 2014
Unexpectedly,
You sweep me off my feet.
Like when tide meets shore—you complete me.

Without you lonesome walks spur need to reminisce.
As if the tumbling leaves bear a delectable breeze; a trace even—your incomparable scent.

Traveling miles with ease to be lost in my love for you.
No matter the roads ventured,
Promises shed to always find way back through.

Even whilst lost you are radiance—my lantern.
The end of my channel never has shown so bright.
Clearly, with you I see,
If being whole is one, you are the missing piece.
Poetic Artiste Aug 2014
If for one moment,
I let my walls down for love—
Would there be regret?
Poetic Artiste Aug 2014
My skin lacks comfort.
Terrified of my true form,
I hide behind ink.
I may not have any tattoos myself but I love body art and what it signifies.
Poetic Artiste Aug 2014
Hershey’s—the best kiss,
When our lips meet chocolate,
We become addicts.
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