All She Will Ever Be
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Again Stealing glances from across a wooden desert There exists a brief encounter - chance, really Meeting eyes come alive under the glare of fluorescent lights But you and I always return to our respective barracks Shields up, armor at the ready we know that passion Is best left buried in the hearts of those we once loved - still love Stagnation breeds a bitterness that recognizes itself in our touch So we leave enough space to ease the memories into a dull ache Fractured as we are,Again
by ~StarLitVision
by ~StarLitVision
Addict Steadfast now, push. Hush the beating cries. Silence the perforating quiver And contain the aching lies.Addict
Take the needle and press it through Each crevice - a precipice of desire Weave the tissue and the thread I beg! Make me whole again.
Equations race across the spine Maneuver into the nuances
Of this new cataclysm. &n
by ~StarLitVision
The EscapeThe wind raged the night we met, Pounded against soaking flesh And bloodshot eyes- Then stilled, pausing as we inhaled Our first breaths of new life. I never knew you by name Or even by this weathered sight- The darkness was total and complete That infamous, glorious night. But you led the way, masked The fear rushing, scraping through Constricting veins- so we stopped And allowed our lungs to fill, before The air burst into a Technicolor myriad Of that blinding haze.The Escape
&n
by ~StarLitVision
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