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I'd rather be

somebody's need
than
           simply
                       a desirable commodity.
The first kiss
The gift of bliss
The beat of my heart
How I can't bare to be a part
The way you laugh
I know your my other half
How you get so excited for Dr.Who
Just you
The names we call each other
It's not right with another
The way your eyes sparkle and shine
When I say your name I know your mine
How you own my beating heart
And you have since the start
The way you always make me see
The way you make me happy
How I look forwarded to seeing you
And going to school too
The way my friends all say we'll last
And me praying we will never be a past
How I thank god for you every night
And how I hold you tight
And we never fight
Because you're just right
This is how I know  
This is love
<3
 Apr 2013 Ashley Brooke Payne
JM
Night blooms cold as I bathe in memories of us.
Our shadows writhe behind my eyes;
your amber seeps into my pores
like water into an ancient root.

Luna smiles coldly as I wade deep in solitude's ink.
The great nothing consumes exponentially.
I am here and you are there and I have not felt
your breath in far too long.
The winds blow their faces,
That smile so sweetly,
The waltzing flowers.

The grass dances beside,
The waltzing flowers.

They sing beside the bubbling creek,
The waltzing flowers.

Their beauty is for everyone to see,
Such pretty flowers.

God made them,
Beautiful waltzing flowers.

God made everything,
Beautiful.

**~Hilda~
 Apr 2013 Ashley Brooke Payne
JM
Bloodstained parchments.
Broken oaths.
Chiseled granite
with
promises
weightless as shadows.

But still we lie.

Wading in  the great nothing,
waist deep in murky inks,
wandering
sightless, senseless,
I feel my way.

Memories of grey skin,
black blood.
******* wrapped in ropes,
cherry blossoms
and alcohol.

Still we love our bruises.
  
Blind and cold
in the nothing,
we feel our way.
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