Two Lovers on a Bedside Two lovers sat on a bed side,with their arms wrapped around each other,holding hands in a sunny morning.There was silence between them,so profound was their love for each other,they needed no words to express it. And so they sat in silence on a bedside,with their arms wrapped around each other,holding hands in a sunny morning.Finally she spoke "Do you love me?" she asked ."You know I love you,my dear" he replied "I love you more than any act or word could express, you are my reassuring moon in the nights,my warm sun in the days,you are the very air I breathe, the only ground I can safely tread on. You are my soul-mate, my everything, Wi
Hopelandish Coincidences and meetingsSpoken words and feelingsThree crows in a rowHandle me with care or I will goOld locks on fiery heartsBroken cages and bent barsSouls blazing, broken vowsSmiling lips conjuring a new oathMetal jingling, skin tinglingUnder lips and fingertipsLow whispers, raw desiresBright smiles and sad goodbyesDreams and planes, soaring over cloudsWishes and promises know no bounds
The seas between us Liquid gaps and stretchesThe seas between usUncharted islands, no courses, no safe heavensBuried and clear treasures only dreams can reach.Walls ruined by actions,Bashed by sudden dreams and desires Selfish thoughts, stolen kissesMishandled links now astrayCities ruined by inaction,The certain, safe erosion only stillness can produceEmpty words, hidden purposesFriends and lovers buried in dusty cobwebsClasped fingers dancing to disjointed heartbeatsBrown lakes in a joyful starePowdered dreams and hopesTheir shells now unsafe shoresLost alchemiesOnly poetry and magic could conjureHidden messages grasping cra
Scrawling I You dwell in my heart,I know it's not the best, and that the flatlooks cheapBut, sweetie, there was no other wayLook at the bright side,the rent is only a sweet word or twoand a look into my eyes every now and thenI'm sorry the place is trashedthe previous tenants were a bit carelessAnd I added to the messscarring walls and breakingfurniture and dreams and vasesThere are drapes over the windows,you can pull them away if you wishIt's not like there's much sun outside anywaythe outside just as dull as the insideThe sink leaksdripping an endless, watery wail about past chances and goodbyes And the TV In the
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