Firm hands that hold me down
Pull my hair and make me
will to yours.
As I burn and you blaze
No race or end insight
Just the thrill of the seen.
You like my voice
As I peak you peak
Like moths dangerously close to being crisp
We come together
As your touch mine and I yours
We sing a tune so intimate
No one could ignore…
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I am a girl
Just a girl
Somewhere in me she wants tenderness
Affection and some love.
Someone I once knew?
She had lost herself
And finding her path was insanly ridicule.
She loves pretty perfect things.
She laughs when amused,
Wear her heart on her sleeves
Takes all or nothing.
I am that girl
The one that runs into the raging waves for kicks.
Bite my lip when you scold me.
Kiss yours to get attention.
Would you love me?
Always love me
If I stay this way
Just a girl.
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.~Where the wild flowers grow I shall follow. Leave the world behind and all its sorrow. Come what may in the dawn bring fresh fragrance and Bloom once more ~
The Golden Ball.
Do you see me shine one last time as I tumble out of your fingers and into the pond so cold.
I see the light grow dimmer and the sky around me fades.
Your warmth hands that grasp around me caressing my smooth finish. Your loving voice and sweet face in frozen horror as I slipped and sunk they are anchored forever in my mind.
This quiet pond surrounds me.
Murky things weave and swim pass me.
Should I loss my shine and loveliness would her majesty still want me?
Woe! Endless waiting befalls me.
Her glorious face slowly eludes me.
As I fade. As I fade.
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I rampage through the drawers of my mind wondering which part of me is truly me?
Hannah says she is and shall always be her and what about me?
How true am I and would I ever be the true me?
So many questions that lead to more drawers and compartmenting of things.
Yeah l love Slience.
It is such a luxury though to many I don’t seem to be one who would acknowledge how much it means to me.
Of course I’m broken it took a miracle to fix.
Thus the transfixtion on the crucified.
I nail it to that.
I place my sins, my heartbrokeness
And place them in your nailed pierced palms that set me free.
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Days like this I feel like
I have so much in me
And so little time.
Are we trickeling into oblivion
Or are we supernovaes
Blazing into the night.
Whatever may be
Conquer the beast
“Hey you ”
To me you are not just a memory.
The names that we wrote on the sand,
Washed by the waters,
Drifted into a distance.
Not seen by the eye
But anointed in spirit,
Drifted to another world where our hands,
Hand in hand unite
And we are one
As we were
Our souls entombed as one for eternity.
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