Tag: writing
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Make Believe Memories
Crisp air makes my skin rise And my mind fill w what may be memories Or simply fantasy Of white trimmed trees Gazed upon through frosted glass. Only a flame, and family Gently caressing its surface Bringing clarity to it all
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Coming of Age
Our love was that of a drunken splendor Sometimes even drug-induced Our love was a whirlwind of reciprocity Young love painted with the delights of innocence, And budding adulthood A true coming of age
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Spectrum of Love(?)
I don’t want to hurt anymore But love is fleetingCan’t it be?Or do I sound full of flippancy?Does my love for the spectrum of lovesMean I must be lonely? I don’t want to hurt anymore
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Opposing Attraction
I’m sorryI’ve long since stopped apologizingFor who I am,But here I am, doing it again.I’m sorry my soul is shielded in iceStrong enough that even the fire of you May not suffice.Break me, I beg you.Prove that you’re seeing me;That what you’re sayingIs true.
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Love Buzz
Let me drench you in my sweetnessSuck my nectar like a beeSpeak to me, your soulThen drive it into me
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Verbose
I’m on fire Begging to be held Filled If I could transport him to my bed I would I will not allow the intrigue to envelope me Not too fast Though in time It could
Avril Song 