I've never seen beauty so devastatingas in the linesthat trace our hopeand fall from the stars.
Broken.As I search for hope,In the same eyesI lost it.
I need to work on me.The mewithout you.
I balance you on the end of my pen.Teetering between loveand letting go.
Birthing hope from the madnessthat perches on the fenceof our once perfectdreams.
Through windows,in wishing wells,whispering in the wind...that's where I find you.
Bridge burned from end to end,and I don't miss you anymore.You delivered silenceI've birthed freedom.
In that wounded place,buried betweenmy ribs and letting go,I miss you.
I bleed to un-break you,un-mending me.I fall to save you...now who will save me.
Steep fall to the groundshatteringlike clay pigeons missed by bad shotsand unsteady hands.
I build boxesand place them at your feet,to measure the distance between dreams and reality.
The day came when she discovered sex, sensuality, and literature; she said, 'I submit! Let my life be henceforth ruled by poetry. Let me reign as the queen of my dreams until I become nothing less tha...
Can you remember who you were, before the world told you who you should be?
You are the poemthat sticks in my throatteaching me to whisperwith the voice of my heart.
A hallowed frequency withinThat, even in your darkest hour,You can always turn to.
Careful.The fall is quick,steep,and permanent.
We will read books together inside the blanket and stay warm. And keep writing poetry in our respective journals. Time will fly but we will still remain inside the blanket forever.
I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.
And in the ocean I will fly to the bottomless pit of darkness
Yes, it is true that beauty is only skin deep, and internal loveliness resonates to the outside; but deep down inside every woman secretly longs to possess the allure of a royal queen.
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