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A Romance d'amour that was you and me. Tender and fragile as the petals of flowers that bloomed at the springtime of our days together.
By Leah James7 years ago in Poets
I sit... I sit; I wait again for minutes. Four months would understate the length of time that I hurt… Confused and angry
Two true colors… two true colors. The world sees in two colors; one of power, one of might; one of dark, one of light. Yet color; it exists for
To you... To…you, the pillar of dark chocolate heights that has brought me to clear, ethereal shores. Know it is there
Feeling the somber imprint of you, O desolate he, I seek for your kindling waters to give me light… As the banks of your ever thirsty shores
The Womb and The Lung I opened to you my womb — giving part of me. Yet, I was blind to the open tomb that, inside, you would be…
Like the Sea You are just like the sea rushing into shores then drawing back like its waves. It would take the earth to tame you;