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A slamming door, a furious scream. That was what greeted her.
A sharp knife, a loaded gun. That was her loving welcome.
A tear streaked face, eyes filled with outrage. This was her knight in shinning armor.
Hands clenched in anger, blood across the floor. That was her daily affection.
A fight. A riot. An argument. That was their 'loving' discussions.
A dysfunctional robot, with big blue eyes. This was who she wept to.
A sullen face, with narrowed red orbs. The robot told her cries to him.
A faked apology. A broken promise. That was what he told her.
A gentle kiss, a real hug. This was what he received.
Strange. Happy. Warm. Excited. That was how he felt.
A new chance, a new opportunity. This was what she thought.
Wrong. Mistaken. False. That was what she was.
Two days. Forty-eight hours. This was how long it took.
A shattered heart. A bleeding lip. That was what he gave her.
A destroyed ego. A cut cheek. This was what she gave him.
A lovesick irken. A deranged relationship. That was how it was turning.
A lonely boy, watching T.V. That was what he was.
A girl, knocking on his door. This sent him wild.
A forgiveness. A bandaged cheek. This is what she gave him.
A cracked smile. Buckling knees. That was what he did.
Cuddle. Hug. Kiss. Hold. This is what they did.
Morning came. Sleepy faces. This is what they awoke to.
A growing warmth. A slight blush. That was the irken boy.
A happy smile. Heartbeat running away. That was the irken girl.
A sudden movement. Cupped hands. The boy's blush only grew.
Another movement. No gloves. Hands grasping one another's.
The boy's hands began to sweat. He felt naked, with the girl's soft hands lying in his own.
The girl's orbs were bright with joy. She gently nuzzled his face with her own.
The girl gave butterfly kisses. The boy only sighed, involuntary. He loved her simple moves of affection.
The boy ran his fingers down her long curly stalks, causing her to blush. She loved his attention.
Both paused.
If they loved each other, why fight?
They faced each other.
And said a oath they would never break.
"I love you."
-/-
A sharp knife, a loaded gun. That was her loving welcome.
A tear streaked face, eyes filled with outrage. This was her knight in shinning armor.
Hands clenched in anger, blood across the floor. That was her daily affection.
A fight. A riot. An argument. That was their 'loving' discussions.
A dysfunctional robot, with big blue eyes. This was who she wept to.
A sullen face, with narrowed red orbs. The robot told her cries to him.
A faked apology. A broken promise. That was what he told her.
A gentle kiss, a real hug. This was what he received.
Strange. Happy. Warm. Excited. That was how he felt.
A new chance, a new opportunity. This was what she thought.
Wrong. Mistaken. False. That was what she was.
Two days. Forty-eight hours. This was how long it took.
A shattered heart. A bleeding lip. That was what he gave her.
A destroyed ego. A cut cheek. This was what she gave him.
A lovesick irken. A deranged relationship. That was how it was turning.
A lonely boy, watching T.V. That was what he was.
A girl, knocking on his door. This sent him wild.
A forgiveness. A bandaged cheek. This is what she gave him.
A cracked smile. Buckling knees. That was what he did.
Cuddle. Hug. Kiss. Hold. This is what they did.
Morning came. Sleepy faces. This is what they awoke to.
A growing warmth. A slight blush. That was the irken boy.
A happy smile. Heartbeat running away. That was the irken girl.
A sudden movement. Cupped hands. The boy's blush only grew.
Another movement. No gloves. Hands grasping one another's.
The boy's hands began to sweat. He felt naked, with the girl's soft hands lying in his own.
The girl's orbs were bright with joy. She gently nuzzled his face with her own.
The girl gave butterfly kisses. The boy only sighed, involuntary. He loved her simple moves of affection.
The boy ran his fingers down her long curly stalks, causing her to blush. She loved his attention.
Both paused.
If they loved each other, why fight?
They faced each other.
And said a oath they would never break.
"I love you."
-/-
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Find Yourself Today
You needn’t look very far or wide to find yourself today I found myself today reveling in a clear wave of sounds The wonderful sounds of numerous feathered creatures sitting in the Oak trees You need not look any further than you are to find yourself today I found myself today frantically scampering and scattering about When my cozy hiding place under the leaves was disrupted by a gush of wind You needn’t look to the outlying hills to find yourself today I found myself today in the sharp piercing gaze of a shrewd raptor It was time to practice my highly honed skills of camouflage, silence and readiness You needn’t look very far or wide to find yourself today I found myself today and every day in the simple ubiquitously present Residing in the ever-lasting never-ending moment of an omnipresent here and now Copyright ©
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Universal love
Aria - B minor ¾ Larghetto ~ expresso ~ (lyrics scored to Music (link in the description bellow) based on Vedro con mio diletto, by A.Vivaldi) (voice to the cello) And if - I may embrace her again The daughter of divine eternal Elysium And if - true -love - is - fair, let us meet again In that golden wheat field Plain The source of my soul In paradisum Beats the heart she stole Dream of her shall I Till the end of time, Till the stars fade away and die Sweet immortal youth Of blissful slumber Of timeless Truth Let us hold on together As the divine muse of the stars shows us the way forever Dream of her shall I Till the end of time, Till the stars fade away and die Came the ethereal muse to me In my darkest hour when I was left alone Left to my fate, left to drift on the silver spangled sea To guide me beneath the stars all unknown And if - I may embrace her again The daughter of divine eternal Elysium And if - true -love - is - fair, let us meet
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A sorry caution
A sorry caution "Sorry" can be overused, lose its meaning. Be abused. Not said with real and true intention. As if just mumbled in passing mention. Not honestly felt and with heart. When excuse-invention, is the art. Yet a sorrow show of regret and meaningful apology, can also sound and receive like marvellous melody. Ease the pain and not in vain. Make close again friends, and make amends. It is in that sense like a flame or flare, caution, please: handle with care. Updated, Edited and written by Piezometric Poetry on 09-06-2023 Poem artwork
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Authors Notes: My gosh I friggin hate this! I wanted to write something bigger for Valentines' Day! So I promise, on Friday, to post as much stuff as possible!!!
Love you all, and hope you liked!
Happy Valentines' Day! :3
BY:APPLEBERRYSLUPPIE12
Authors Notes: My gosh I friggin hate this! I wanted to write something bigger for Valentines' Day! So I promise, on Friday, to post as much stuff as possible!!!
Love you all, and hope you liked!
Happy Valentines' Day! :3
BY:APPLEBERRYSLUPPIE12
© 2013 - 2024 AppleBerrySluppie12
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This was so beautiful it made me cry!!!! I had tears in my eyes by the end...