They walk around the streets,
Wearing perfume on their sleeves..
Looking to share everything but trust,
Laughing for hours but crying first..
Holding hands but shadows apart,
With bodies of stone and elastic hearts..
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The color of your soul, is precisely what my darkness seeks..
The compelling strokes of your brush, creating wild ocean peaks..
These cravings that evoke me, more than I’d like to confess..
The touch of your fingertips, for my body is your canvas..
But never becoming one..
You and I,
Like the glowing horizon…
Bring me the warmth,
of the lies of your love..
It’s been too cold,
She looks like a star from a distance, you’d wish to stare at for a while..
Making the darkest nights glow with a simple touch, a single smile..
But when you get closer only to find, that she is no star but a lost meteorite..
Struggling to survive on a lonely planet, now that it’s home is destroyed..
She weaves a perfect web around herself, enslaving her soul inside..
I keep searching for a loophole to free her and escape to the mountains wide..
Neither her love, nor her beauty, there’s nothing that I ask for..
Just an urge to heal a wound, on an angelic soul so kind and pure..
So why don’t you take my hand, and let me ease your pain..
When you’ve got nothing to lose, and I have nothing to gain..
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He loved triangles, so he decided to gift me one..
Ever since I’m enclosed in it, always on a run..
On one end there’s love, and birds and a pair of rings..
On other end there’s hate, and a pair of broken wings..
I stand on the third end, while it tears my soul apart..
You stand on each end, staring at my broken heart..
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I run through the cold nights, barefeet..
Cheeks kissed by ice demons..
Searching every park and lake..
I see you in everything, for a moment..
Then you disappear, with the fog I exhale..
“I am broken”, she resisted..
“And I’m a mechanic,
Spent my whole life fixing things”, he insisted..
“Did you ever fix a living tragedy”? she asked..
“There’s always a first time”, he reassured!
In the warmth of an autumn evening,
On a busy street with twinkling lights..
His glance pierced the crowd for her,
And as he met her eyes..
All the noise disappeared..
What remained was a brilliant smile,
And words unsaid…