Love is a gift
a fine wine, with age
a song, at its lift
a new word on a page
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it's joy in a free fall
the urge to try one more time
the give of your all
to give up what was mine
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it's the want in your eyes
and the soft of your tone
the gift of your sigh
as our love soon, is home
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the end of the hunt
for you are all that I need
I have all that I want
for you are here, with me
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
Telling stories my heart needs to tell <3 life is a journey, not a competition
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The Keeper Of My Heart
In the glow of the nite lite With a tear on your lash I hold on to your hand And let the fear you have Pass You got lost in a sea of a nap time idea Made you feel full of fear, in need of some help to free ya As I hold you in my arms and give you a hug I tell you I will be with you to fill you with love At last you are calm and fall into your bed And I wait till you rest and then I kiss your head And tell you a tale of the day that we met It was the best day that I have ever had- yet
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
An Adventure Through Hell
Emaciated arms covered by the tiniest bit of flesh capture me, holding me close to its decaying form. Gnarled and thin fingers pull my dark hair. Screams of anguish surround me, somehow reverberating from the empty chasm. I punch and watch as bits of grey flesh disintegrate into dust. Scratching at the caverns where its eyes should have been, I could only hope for an end to this hell. The sounds of torment continued, assaulting my ears with one tremendous roar.
By Isabella Rose2 days ago in Horror
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Oooo, such deep emotions! I loved it!
To drink from this wine & join in the fall..., who does not long for such?
That's a cute piece 💖📝💯