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I see you

in the stillness of the snow
that blankets the meadow

in the kisses of couples
long spent together

in the rays of the sun
that slowly rises

in the rising of the choral piece
that praises your essence

in the hollow of my heart
steadfast in beating

I see you
Lord, I see you.
poetry,
she had known,
was love no one could ever
take away from her
and she fancied that,
in her new solitude,
she had piece of mind
among the few words
which kept her feeling human.
Made personally by found poetry. I hope many can relate.
It's not the cheating anymore
Nor the lies I believed in
It's the thought of how easy it is for you to give up on me
It's the thought of how easy it is for you to give me away
Just like a teddy bear
It's the thought of how easy it is for you to say I deserve someone better than you

But above all this I promise you
Someday I will become more than just a teddy bear
I will become a teddy bear that you or anybody can't just give away that easy..
I promise you that..
On the spot. Feeling pained.
You say...
"Hate me."
I tried: ...I love you.
You say...
"Forget me."
I tried: ...I love you.
You say...*
"I am deeply in love with you"
I said...*
"Goodbye."
©Lily M Sky
And still, madly in love but too stubborn to admit it to you. So here goes the feelings I was to prideful to say outloud.
beautiful woman
you gave me your heart once
but then took it back
Senryu
 Nov 2015 Jaxton Tyler Redmond
Kj
dating a writer
is like guessing the weather.
you think you know what you'll get,
but you never do.

you never know
because

she'll create a hero
from your weaknesses

and she'll write a great character,
from every last flaw.

she'll create a thousand plots  
from your worst nightmares.

she'll take every last thing you hate
and create something you'll love.

she'll turn your anger
into confessions of adoration,

and she'll make you,
everything you're not.

but worst of all,
she'll leave you wondering-
is it you she's in love with,
or things she's created from you?

but here's the beauty of it:

if you date a writer,
you'll never die.
I saw her on the social scene
Fell in love with her mystic ways
Playing on my emotions
That mocha skinned dream

Eyes like emeralds
Lips so cherry red
Every man wanted her
To lay inside his bed

Hair so long cobalt black
Like the mane of a wild mare
Watching all the men so wild
Trying to tame and care

Then just a glance did she afford me
The look that slayed my fears
A smile crept along those lips
Deepest red for me to share

I smile back and swallow low
Wishing my heart could slow
This mocha skinned beauty now
Is mine in time I know
 Nov 2015 Jaxton Tyler Redmond
eb
A look, that look, reaches my core.
Words.
Your words, still echo in the chambers of my soul.
I wish I could be happy in this silence
but it is you, it is you
I seek.
Your chaos calms me.
Your absence shatters me.
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