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A Watoot Mar 2015
She's beautiful
She's cunning
She's bubbly.
She's like a Victorian figurine in the glass shelf of menagerie.
She works her way up
by telling the right words
at the right time.
She's impossibly perfect in every way.
I see her.
I can see her.
I'm not envious.

Because I saw her lie and steal in the presence of her perfection.
This is for the person who I should always keep my eyes on.  
She has been lying and stealing since day one.
A Watoot Mar 2015
A kiss that ***** the life source out of me.
That kiss on the staircase.   I'll never forget that.
A Watoot Mar 2015
His lips traces her every line
Their breaths are all they hear
She raises a glass of wine
He sees a glass so clear

Creased sheets of the mattress
in the hot summer of May
A moment of their unrest
As the sun sets by the bay

Their breaths grew quicker
As they reached the dawn of the night
Their muscles clenched tighter
A release of spring- without a fight
I wrote this in a boring afternoon class.  My first attempt in sensuality.
A Watoot Mar 2015
I never got tired of reminding
Like how the wind never stopped howling
In the great, wild typhoon of the century
I never stopped my sadness, I'm sorry

I shut my mouth and hide my emotions
For you to be satisfied but I cannot stop the commotions
You turn me upside down with one word like the wind
But I never stopped reminding you,
sorry for I have sinned

A sin you so hate that you completely shut me off
I now stand still in my shanty I call my loft
And when the wind passed by again, I swear I'll stand still
That you will never again shut me off at your own will

At this moment, you forgot how to treat me well
This, I make you remember, how I should tell?
Remember how you pleaded and begged for me to stay
I did and no one, even myself got in my way

*You forgot how to kiss me
I dont know if what I am doing is right
A Watoot Feb 2015
I love because I can.
You take
and take until
What's left of me is a shrunken heart;
But it will never
Ever stop beating.
Even if you make me feel like
nothing.

I see your sacrifices.
Yes, I do.
But think of me, too.
I'm an emotional machine that keeps on swimming in an ocean of dense *******' fish.
  Feb 2015 A Watoot
epictails
you are an artwork
you are harnessed
by the cosmic greatness
from a sea
of glory, of defeat
of suffering, of enduring
of love, of kindness
of strength, of vulnerability

you are an artwork
paint, create yourself
and be noticed
be seen for the cunning artistry
that you are
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