Grape

At the end of the day, we are all made the same. The same opaque bones than turn translucent, the same neuron structures and the same moonlight, pale and rough. I might speak to you again but definitely not now. It’s not the right time to debate our odds. When the darts have been blown into a tornado and our minds have become numb to another dimension. I search out again for a different comfort, than the one I thought I needed the most. My fingers stay the same even after years, of climbing and falling down a couple million times. Work a job or two to make ends meet, so we could meet again on a candlelight evening. Dusk and dawns pierced with thorns, of a forgotten rose kept alone.

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The Poet and her Lover

Would you want to have something deep

With someone so shallow

I lack the basic traits you need

Yet I move along with you

I cannot bare to look past this moment

When I wouldn’t call you my own

We are strangers even while waking together

Just another messed up night

I hoped this would end differently

Far better than I intended

But the ropes came untied before I could

Retie the knot once again

There is darkness beyond the moments

I can stay by your side without doubt

But my veins boil with aching regrets

That continue to chase me on

I cannot lose my pride for a temporary game

But you are an exception

One I cannot look at fair

You pushed into this lake

Silent and dull

But I only heard the silent screams

Telling me to give you up

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Idk

There’s a million version of the emotions I feel

On a daily count I count till three

Till there is no longer a craving for a better life

Till am satisfied with what I have

I get overwhelmed faster than hurricanes could pass

Swift like winds falling from mass

There should be a point to my pointless doubts

That consumes my happiness nearing its wall

Should I smile more to the mimes I meet

Mechanical conversations that’s what I need

I get burdened with feelings that aren’t mine

They push me away faster than what I find

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