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I have a better word
we can use
to abbreviate
your dying
language

seeing mountain
then moth
gave god
a mouth
 Apr 2016 CK Eternity
Aeerdna
It is on the top of the mountains from your eyes
where I find my hope, my home, my harmony
I climb them daily
and touch with my bare hands the skies
I see the sunset light
shining under your eyelashes
its warmth falls upon my skin
so softly caressing the corners of my lips
shaping them into a smile I have long forgotten,
your fingers through my hair,
your touch belongs to angels
a rain of desire falls on my existence,
I am dissolved and recreated,
our scents intertwined
running wildly where no  man has been,
your kiss writing musical notes
all over my skin,
a perfect world inside your arms,
your smooth breath makes my mind melt,
the harsh wind blowing in my bones
is now just a warm breeze making the pain go.
Your air so pure
cutting through my flesh, filling my heart,
I close my eyes to feel it's power over my body
I breath in
I feel calm,
I feel alive,
in your whispers
I am again
*lost and found
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 Apr 2016 CK Eternity
Torin
Now it is
And I should be glad
But I didn't become the king
By being content with what I had
All this land
Is my own
My castle walls
My throne

So look up
Because that's what I'll be next
Not a ruler of the land
But a ruler of the sky
I'll be a god
Divine decree
And all these souls
Will worship me

Just look up
To the stars
The brightest one you see
Is me
Just look up
To the sun
Its my benevolent light
Always shining

Now it is
Now I am
Forever
 Apr 2016 CK Eternity
Torin
Why are the most beautiful things
Always so fragile?
I couldn't hold the flower in my hands
Without breaking it

Well I picture something broken
With something beautiful
Growing out of it

Why is it a field full of hyacinths
Trampled by beast?
I couldn't walk through this field
Without crushing everything

Still I picture something broken
With something beautiful
Growing out of it

Why is it a world of wrecking *****
And you a heart of glass?
My love was always made of ghosts
And my heart made of stone

I was just a brute
Too caught up in my own pain
To see you were hurting too
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