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Observations of the HeartObservations of the Heart
As those two are together I can plainly see
The way he looks are her and her at he
That he means the best and will treat her well
And that she will be treated like she should
I know the feelings of both and hope for the best
As they stand hand in hand I can easliy tell the rest
That she wouldn't rather be anywhere else then
His kiss makes sparks go off and fly around in her head
And hes in bliss by the mere touch of her hand
They are good together and and heres hoping it lasts
For my best friend whom has always been there for me
I will now be there and fully support you
Skeletons and intimacy.The skeletons drawn on your back crave my fingers closer,
And I feel like I'm playing a xylophone.
"You're so skinny." I whisper, each letter pronounced perfectly,
Because you're perfect.
You raise an eyebrow, giving me one of your desirable looks,
And I can't help diving in for one more beautiful lifting moment,
Of lips against lips,
And tongues against tongues.
I love the texture of your skin,
Goose bumps rising underneath my fingertips.
I love the sweet scent of you in the morning,
And can't help thinking,
"God, you're so beautiful."
You zip my lips shut,
A dominant turn as you push me back against the covers and smile.
"This isn't fair "
And you take me from this world to an intimate dream,
Where my frowns don't exist,
And it's just you and me.
Just you and me.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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