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Without Youwhere I am now I can't see the sun rise.
There is no reminder of the color of your hair.
Where I am now I only smell exhaust.
There is no aroma quite like the scent of your skin.
Where I am now there is no face like yours
They're all very similar, not unique, unfriendly.
Where I am now I'm lonely, without you.
When will we meet again? It cannot be soon enough.
I Will Marry HerI. Arrival
This is it I've found her door.
Inside she awaits my call.
The doorbell rings. Door opens.
She's been waiting in the hall.
I step over the threshold.
Her unmatched beauty strikes me.
This is my date for the night
and for more nights hopefully
I complimented her dress,
and stared into her blue eyes
She said that I look handsome.
(I'm accustomed to her lies.)
We were chauffeured to dinner
where we ate a meal of kings.
Wines off of the finest vines
symbolized the great prestige.
We both knew why we were here—
no, not attraction and love.
Our power and fame combined
makes us riches unheard of.
The three courses went by well
She's not good at pretending
She does not try to love me,
yet this has no quick ending.
I take the bill. She tries to lie
by saying her night was great.
I put her mink coat on her—
An early end to a date.
III. The Kiss
I walked her back to her door.
Should we follow protocol?
I slowly neared her kind face
She's like an expensive doll.
Her kiss is q
Autumn Evening You could feel the season changing from fall to winter, but their love was still frolicking in spring. They had just packed up items from a dinner outside in the clean autumn air. "Let us go for a walk," he suggested excitedly and cheerily. The smile on his face, the raising of his voice, that sparkle in his eye—how could she say no? She looked at him and smiled. A mosaic of warm colors descended from the above trees. She walked along his side while he, as kids do, walked along kicking up the leaves that have collected themselves together on the sides of the road. He stopped. She continued to walk for a moment as he hoped she would. She turned around completing the plan in his head. She wonder why he had the look on his face he gets when he's extremely happy, up to no good, or both. "What are you doing?" she inquired. "You hav
I am Known But to GodKnown but to god. Thats what my headstone says. My mother has walked past my grave multiple times. She has no clue its me. My daughter has touched my cross, not know what shes touching. My wife. I know she can feel me. Sometimes she thinks shes crazy though. I wish she wouldnt. This is terrible. Known but to god. No one will remember me. No one will remember my name. No one will know what I did for my country. Eternal glory? No. Why couldnt they recognize me? Why couldnt they identify me? Why? Why me? Why not the man next to me? Known but to god. No one knows who I am but god but I guess thats all I really need. God. Thats why I am here i
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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