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skaldspiller Mar 2017
It's getting harder to wake up alone
I know we don't sleep so well
in each others beds
But for every moment
I wake up to you smiling at me
as you do in the morning
when the sun strike our faces
I'd give all my sleep
just to feel that precious
skaldspiller Mar 2017
Im wearing the dress I wore
That day
Behind that box office window.
I remember you looking at your hands
Like they were suddenly to big for your body
And the words you said to me
"Is there any way I can get to know you better"
Ill tell you everything
Inside my soul
skaldspiller Mar 2017
Laboto ackarine foto
Eone solaeih
I think when my childhood found me
Beneath trees
Building homes for faeries
And praying in ficticious tongues
The forest gods came through
Because you came from somewhere else.
skaldspiller Feb 2017
loving you is a punk show
Passion so unbridaled
It leaves the participants
Comparing bruises
Not the kind left by pain
But extacsy
skaldspiller Feb 2017
I am nervous
every time you speak to me
Every time I  know your face
is on the horizon
its been six months
my heart should not be a jack hammer,
or humming bird wings
or 128th beats
But
it still hasn't learned
how to be steady
when my name spills from your lips
like music.
only to keep the time
which is to fast and too slow
in your presence
skaldspiller Feb 2017
It makes more sense to give men flowers,
when you think about it.
After all some love women
and women are floral in nature
some men rush quick to pick
but crush in their hands
or neglect until they go dry from want.
you said your favorite flower is a spider lily
i know where you came to know those blooms
i run by the viewing station 3 days a week
they grow in the middle of the river
where an island of rocks makes the water slow
and a few guardian trees grow
you love flowers that take getting your feet wet to touch
and that you can never posses
by cutting, only by growth.
skaldspiller Feb 2017
Beautiful girls who write sad poetry
are dangerous things
we've come to the conclusion
that love is not always a force for positive good
and in a woman
who's been taught love is all.
This is a displacement of identity.
Which changes the soul.
From malleable object,
to unstoppable force.
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