Early Poetry
Emotional Explosion only has minor positive results so forgive me for the roughness of this but here it is.
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Lovers From a far
I lack the warm embrace of lovers kiss
bending backwards for another's soul
The love in which embraces trust
of closed eyes and locked lips
All I have is Secret touch
and the sharing of a warm courtosey
We never share a single place
or the warmth of two
Someone standing mayhaps out of sight
but never out of mind. I may recall
the heart beat pulsing through my hand
but it could be just my own.
We do not share memories of touch.
Nor the smell of comfort on all my things.
The sharing of a gift which in days time may fade
but in sentiment always true.
I have stood where a hand hold portrays kisses.
when kisses aren't allowed.
And eyes portray sweet nothing
when words can not be found.
We are lovers from a distance un passable by cars.
So from me to you in loves embrace treasure what you are.
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I am the one that picks up the pieces
I am the one that dove for the fall
I scream and those closest may never hear
but those from a distance watched me fall
The path for me is nearly always straight
But I am ready for a turn
So please give me strength to continue on.
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Heart beat to heartbeat breath to breath
This is my mantra Day by Day.
I look at my wounds made by my caring
I am pleading and it seeps out in complaint
unfortunately I can't cauterize the wound
or bring myself to amputate the limb.
So I am left to bandage them and sport them proudly.
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I dream of two heart beats yet one heart
Two breaths and a split soul.
It seems rather picturesque of me
but why not? Don't I deserve it?
This Ideal.
I want to find this buried Treasure
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Yay for my collection of pictures to feed off of . Feel Free to bring feed back I think they got worst as the night progressed. Now that I am actually reading them.
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Lovers From a far
I lack the warm embrace of lovers kiss
bending backwards for another's soul
The love in which embraces trust
of closed eyes and locked lips
All I have is Secret touch
and the sharing of a warm courtosey
We never share a single place
or the warmth of two
Someone standing mayhaps out of sight
but never out of mind. I may recall
the heart beat pulsing through my hand
but it could be just my own.
We do not share memories of touch.
Nor the smell of comfort on all my things.
The sharing of a gift which in days time may fade
but in sentiment always true.
I have stood where a hand hold portrays kisses.
when kisses aren't allowed.
And eyes portray sweet nothing
when words can not be found.
We are lovers from a distance un passable by cars.
So from me to you in loves embrace treasure what you are.
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I am the one that picks up the pieces
I am the one that dove for the fall
I scream and those closest may never hear
but those from a distance watched me fall
The path for me is nearly always straight
But I am ready for a turn
So please give me strength to continue on.
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Heart beat to heartbeat breath to breath
This is my mantra Day by Day.
I look at my wounds made by my caring
I am pleading and it seeps out in complaint
unfortunately I can't cauterize the wound
or bring myself to amputate the limb.
So I am left to bandage them and sport them proudly.
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I dream of two heart beats yet one heart
Two breaths and a split soul.
It seems rather picturesque of me
but why not? Don't I deserve it?
This Ideal.
I want to find this buried Treasure
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Yay for my collection of pictures to feed off of . Feel Free to bring feed back I think they got worst as the night progressed. Now that I am actually reading them.