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  Jul 2015 ejrmaguire
Emily L
The space between
your fingers,
your breaths,
is there room enough
for me to find
a little place?
because love is not
a person
nor is it a chase.
Love is a soul
that invites people
inside
to say grace.
For every ounce of
love that leaves
its trace
upon that soul
who says,
"Come there's room enough."
you're home.
ejrmaguire Jul 2015
Airplanes  overhead....
The noise is deafening. ..
What an enormous roar...
So close over my head....
I watch in fascinated awe....
What beautiful scenery...
So **** loud...

E.J.M.
ejrmaguire Jul 2015
I feel so safe with you....
Not sure why because you are frought with danger...
As I breathe you in I feel at home....
Laying in your arms... I feel the strength of you...
Little kisses on my shoulder....
Your Hands On My waist....
I love you in these moments....
I love you catching me...

E.J.M.
ejrmaguire Jul 2015
I could lay like this for days....
Snuggled up against your chest...
Tracing circles around your heart....
Listening to you breathe. ...
Curled up right here against you. ...
These are the moments I love...
Circled up with you. ..

E.J.M.
  Jul 2015 ejrmaguire
Davy
Your words...
Your words, sneaky as a slithering snake, pierced through my heart without notice.
Your words scar me more than any blade could do.
Your words make me bleed more than any of my cuts.
Your words, spoken so innocently, yet so cruel, killed me.
They tore out my soul and ripped it to pieces, like a plain piece of paper.
Your words, the sharpest, most painful weapons imagineable.....
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