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you make the waters glisten
like tiny diamonds half molten and trickling
i see the same gleam in your eyes
even in the darkness
they shine
and your simple voice
so suave over the phone
rings like a soft drum beat
as you pluck the lightest tune on my heartstrings
yet now it's still reverberating
despite you being elsewhere
those light fingers of yours
tracing lines down my arms-
a ballerina's dance
prickling the nerves under my skin;
a gentle tap dancer across my lips
do you believe in love
the same way i do?
keep the words unspoken;
love's too special to be rusted by
our imperfections
and maybe for once
this rainbow you've painted across my sky
might stay
Literature
Nightmare
I lurk in the lands of dreams,
I am there behind the dancing butterflies,
Behind your imaginary lovers embrase,
I am in her soft kiss.
I lurk in the land of perpetual hope,
Of limitless oportunities.
I am despair.
I am death.
Dreams,
The flickering light of relief,
In my overwhelming darkness.
After a day of suffering,
You still have your imaginings to run to.
What do I have?
What is to comfort me?
As if I chose this.
As if anything would choose this!
To live through each of your fears,
Night after night... never to escape.
I am trapped in the land of dreams.
I am trapped behind the shadows,
Behind the minds fears.
I am
Literature
Innocence In Chains
Innocence lost,
Innocence enslaved
Innocence in sorrow,
Innocence in pain
Innocence forever,
But it doesn't last
A few brief moments of innocence,
Are all we really have
Innocence bought,
Innocence sold
Innocence betrayed,
Innocence in chains
Innocence for tomorrow,
But it doesn't last
A few brief moments of innocence,
Are all we really have
When we lose our innocence,
We can truly see
Oh, how I wish I could be blinded,
To harsh reality
Innocence grows,
Innocence fades
Innocence melts,
And on innocence we prey
Innocence today,
But it doesn't last
A few brief moments of innocence,
Are all we really have
Innocence in
Literature
Letting Go
"Letting go"
Here I am again
The pessimistic one,
Holding the barrel of a clueless gun
Against my head.
Trying to understand why it is
I havent pulled the trigger yet,
Am I not done?
I am the man that built
An empire out of sand
And sweat, fought for justice
And equality in a world I couldnt
Fully comprehend
And even though there are still many
Self-set goals I havent met
Im ready to give up now.
I swear I can hear the bullet
Whispering do it into my ear
Obliterating my one and only fear
Making it so much easier to let go.
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Lovely imagery, especially "like tiny diamonds half molten and trickling" and "as you pluck the lightest tune on my heartstrings". Beautiful