Brown eyes
When I can no longer see sentiments,
Your brown eyes do become my genesis.
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Thank You
But how to say thank you,
When my words are silent,
To express meaning through,
These verses so violent.
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Pieces
Holding the drops of your flame,
As the raged flood releases;
Drops wash back to whence they came,
And I loose all the pieces.
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Coffee
In my cold coffee dregs,
Forms an image of you,
I weave the caffeine threads,
So my fortune will be true.
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Petals
Dry the frost off my petals,
And then prune away my sin,
Look at how the sun settles,
And watch my spring bloom begin.
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Glory
Turning the pages of your story,
In a trance as your life flowing,
Never looking up, never knowing,
I am missing all your glory.
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Vampiric Fascination
Vampiric fascination,
As I lap at your sharp cuts,
With a great lustful fixation,
Your life flows with disgust.
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Prayer
In the depths of harmony’s seat,
I, in such quiescent of prayer,
The birds’ songs are too bittersweet,
As off the trail my foot does dare.
