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my mist expires in your atmosphere
linen sheets adhere
around my throat, no fear
smell pheromones in the air
it's crystal clear, my dear
i am amiss without you near

self-controlled
white-knuckle hold
now conquered
cold and longing to spy a songbird
if only for a single moment
and nothing longer
i am somber but mighty fond of her
strong enough to say it still
and stronger now to do
smart enough to ponder it here
but dumb enough to squander it too
red hearts are lies
beating blood flows blue
it is true, did you hear?
i'm amiss without you near

i thought we were musketeers
turns out you're the puppeteer
pulling my strings, was as I feared
another way to ingratiate and endear
while I'm tied here waiting to hear a footstep
to take the next step
another level for this intimate project
but from this aspect with all due disrespect
you subject me to intense neglect
you're a ****** architect speaking scintillating dialects
only I can connect but I am a bad girl... so I guess I deserve it

my favorite show now that you mention
is when you are standing at attention
you brighten your eyes and your voice changes inflection
my indiscretion becomes your intention
but I digress, and bite through, throughout this blissful rendezvous
as we float like a feather into the bedroom together
past dawn until noon
it must be true
i am amiss without you
Ever go into withdrawals from a person?
Yuzuko Jun 16
I don’t have the unearthly craving
That’s many souls hold dearly
Maybe I’m in need of saving?
Or maybe it’s there merely

The search for the moon and stars
The wonders in someone’s heart
Not for another because of scars
But for the peacefulness of the true art

The trauma that’s unfolded
The scars at what’s lost
The drama that would’ve been avoided
Left me with a hefty cost

Now I watch the craving take someone else
Good luck with what you’ve been dealt
Ricardo Diaz Jun 29
Eu te quero, wouldn't cut it.
Então, eu preciso de você, tried to.
Mas tudo o que eu conseguia fazer era desejar sua existência.
Eu te quero com toda a minha sede
Eu te desejo loucamente
Não quero pegar leve esta noite.
Quero você de joelhos, olhos brilhantes, boca cheia.
Quero você engasgando com cada centímetro até seus lábios incharem e seus pensamentos desaparecerem.
Espere só.
Mantenha seus óculos.
E então eu vou te dobrar e fazer você esquecer como falar.
Chega de Google Tradutor
Quero te deixar meu coracao para tudo tempo de meu vida.

A hi buleni.
É a nossa língua, então vamos conversar.
Talvez você queira falar em Changana.
I am left yearning to drown,
When smothered in your love.
Breath, breath is optional,
I live off of your love.

Addiction, obsession, craving,
Need, you are need,
So I repeat the same words back to you,
Drown me.
Zywa Jun 6
We do cartwheels
the bystanders call
for more, but my stomach
turns and the ceiling
turns too

Her face turns pale
I embrace her from behind
we dive into the depths
I feel dizzy, with a thud
I feel that there is a bottom

and then she swims away
Why are you going now?
For no reason, she smiles
at me with a sad look
Isn't it obvious?

I close my eyes
and watch her go, forever
a ****** to me, forever
her transparent face
fading in the light
Song "A whiter shade of pale" (1967 USA, Keith Reid, album "Procul Harum" van Procul Harum)

Collection "More"
The air's too dry,
my lips chapped,
but no ordinary balm will do.

Why don't you wear it first,
let it melt into your warmth,
then let me steal it back,

until the taste of your lips
becomes my only addiction.
Shelly Apr 2
I crave communication but I want to stay quite
I would love to spend time together but I want to be left alone
I desire to be held but I want my skin untouched
I need someone to care but I want to keep my wall up
I look forward to helping but I want to hide in my home
I enjoy smiling and laughing but I want to cry
I rejoice in feeling alive but i want to feel numb

I want this fog of darkness to end
I want to get lost in my husband's touch
I want to show my love without limits
I want to feel the gentle breeze moving through my curls
I want to sit and listen to all your words
I want to feel like me again

-Shelly Ramos
I can, I could, I will, I would.
I want, I wanted, I crave, I craved.
I wish, I wished, I ate, I am full.

I wanted to be known now I am,
I wished and craved sustenance, that's what I got.
It's crazy to me that this is the 123rd scrapbook poem.
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