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No matter how long it's been,some scars never disappear
They only seem to get worse with each coming day.
Whenever you seem to be making progress,something cuts you even deeper than before..
Leaving you with the same,old,ugly scar.

Once,
Love doves
Deeply in love
Began to write
A lullaby in delight
Reflections of their history
Nothing but a fantastic story
Promises of being each other's number
One, always beside each other as they slumber
Whilst listening to dulcet tunes of harmony
Of Nightingales whispering a symphony
Giving each other a life of joy and laughter
Promising to love each other for ever after
To each others ***** embrace as to fly
Merrily towards velvet skies up so high
Only alone by themselves to a paradise
Where the sun doth beautifully rise
Upon streets paved with green and gold
Such ethereal pulchritude to behold
Surf evenings of carnal pleasures
Thus delve into all the worlds' treasures
Naked in the aura of the midnight luster
Undulating to the rhythm of stars in a cluster
Whilst lying on verdant greener grass
Under a silvery crystal clear moon as a glass
Neath sycamore shadows
Beside  beauteous meadows
Exploring moments to forever stay
And never to ever, ever fade away
Having a splash in a cool fresh stream
Of everlasting love now but a dream

Since one dove did fly away
Mercilessly to the very far away
Left the other to languish
In a world of relentless anguish
With a heart shattered beyond repair
Where he drowns in a sea of despair
Whilst reminiscing of a golden chance
Once he had tasting of sweetest romance,
Plus golden days and nights whilst together
In a paradise of exquisite pleasant weather

And high above frisky clouds
Stars now come in crowds
Painting their history
Now but a mystery

Left with nothing, as he prays
Whilst gazing at leafy sprays
Extremely lovingly embellished
Inscribed with poems she relished
He thus feels the pain
Alone in the heavy rain
And nothing but tears
Drenching him in fear
Whilst sitting underneath the sycamore
Longing for his love now and forevermore

However, serendipitously one night
Whilst drenched in despair, an ethereal of light
Appeared, touched his heart with Hope
Shadows of fear, afraid of light couldn't cope
Mustered courage to go beyond all measures
Neath to the Atlantis for his lost treasure

Thus like Pluto, distant from the sun
Relationships he chose to shun

Only longing for his only dove
She who was but his true love


© Kikodinho Alexandros

Jumeira, Dubai
20th July 2016

What if
          I
                                                  ­Fall
In
              Love
With
      A
       Poet?
What if he mesmerises me
       With his lines?
What if
        His words touch me
        And kiss
           Through my skin?
     What if i search for
Him
Everyday
And
      Travel through
              His words
    And meet him
                  Somewhere
       And
We
       Become bare
          And he caresses
Me
          With every
      Stanza
And
       Here
           I am
                Again
Searching
           For him,
    Wanting
Him
        With
                 All
                      Desire
Waiting
             For
                 His
                   Next
                      Poem
                         To
                            Take
                             ­ Me
                          To
                       His
                   World
                Where
             We
          Will
        Lay
      Bare
   What if
               I
                  Fall in love
                      With
                  A
             ­         Poet?

© Evna-Luna

I long for a moment of  truth
When my lips are locked with another
A kiss so real  for the right reasons
Tears push me to hug
But what of love

I'm searching,calling out
But love is lost in the dark
I held firm but love slipped away
I blame my weak hands for letting go
my weak heart for trusting love would stay

I had to leave you
So I could prove to myself that I can be a go-getter.
I made something of myself and it doesn't seem to sit well with you.
You're drinking with my enemies and telling tales of my little beginnings like they're yours to sell.


I could have stayed and let you ruin me,
I should have stayed and masturbated while you watched and spoke to your other lovers on the phone.
I would have stayed and let you keep feeding me,
But I'm a very proud fabric,
Softeners can never weaken my fibers.


I could have stayed and been unable to write this message to you;
I could have pegged my life a repeated error-message and decided to give up;
But I realized that you desperately wanted me to do so,
So I walked away broken so you could have your happy ending.