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A smileI’m cold, she whispered, white persistence on her face. Put on a sweater No! Come on, my dear He looked her in the eyes.A smile
They stood there, motionless She was most resolute. Together, each in solitude entwined They gazed into the oceans meant for eyes I’m cold, she said, her voice an icicle Or just as clear and sharp. He did not understand. He couldn’t.
Let’s go inside, my sweet No! So they remained there, silent Their lips locked tightly, gazes still in battle And hers pierced his, a ray of light through clear blue sky The
by ~FromTheFieldsOfGold
ControlControl. His lips, his hair, his head, all under her rule that night. She felt vibrant, and powerful, oh so powerful. She was strong, both physically and emotionally, she was in control. The wine, she could feel its red drops all through her brain, was playing with her thoughts, they were escaping her, but she did not want them to return. Her mind was a little clouded, not much, but just enough to put a veil around any sense of logic which she possessed when she was sober. On the other hand, she remained far more down-to-earth than him, with only gave her an extra advantage. This night, all was allowed. It was her night, and even thoughControl
by ~FromTheFieldsOfGold
DaffodilsThe daffodils had gone to rest And dusk seemed far away No stars were there, no guidance Just lust awake should stayDaffodils
The sweet, yet perilous fragrance The air so soft and thick White sheets for hiding chosen Should make the fall less steep
Hard earth the battleground tonight Its black should suit their whim
And then the craze, the passion Should drive them past the brim
Alas, the light blue morning Rose-shaded by the sun Had ended their long struggle With passion dead and gone
There was relief, no conscience Would
by ~FromTheFieldsOfGold
Peak of SummerIt was the peak of summer The clouds disappeared It seemed they all sought refuge in my heartPeak of Summer
The sea of clearest blue Was warm and oh so clear As if the tears had made it even more radiant
Those black, yet moonlit nights The evil glow piercing my soul The orange light burnt almost like your touch
And then the wolf had cried So many nights, so loud It was with him that I could truly empathize
And in the merry crowd A half smile on my face I missed you oh so much and felt just so alone
Part of the jolly crowd A cig
by ~FromTheFieldsOfGold
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peter pan boy01.peter pan boy
he has a peter pan complex and with his spider-leg fingers
he’ll strum guitar strings.
his ocean-eyes shine so bright when you clap just for him and
when you smile while telling him how beautifully he plays.
he likes it when you smile.
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you were roses and ribbons and summer rain until meeting him.
he’s the dark cloud that follows you wherever you go
and it’s obvious that his insidious ways are starting to wear you down,
but you know it’s not really his fault.
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The Harsh Light Of Day She sits next to you and your heart growls because it’s hungry for her. You smell her and when you blink, you imagine your head on her shoulder. A little gesture forbidden. A little touch that will never be felt; you just have to keep on dreaming. You know this is because you are the way you are.The Harsh Light Of Day
You know this can never change. Her laugh soaks your skin and you laugh with her, noticing how she will never kiss you. But you keep silent and tell her about your day, during the commercial breaks. She listens and comments and does all t
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I've Never Touched YouI've never felt your touch, but I can still smell your perfume. It's done, the us-part of our lives; but not over. No. It will never be over; you and I, me and you, we're still a part of each other. What we had, which really was a never-was that could have been, will stay in us until we die.I've Never Touched You
It's funny, though I've never tasted your skin, I can taste you
in my mouth. Your saltiness mixing with my saliva, making me thirsty.
I'm swallowing you and you're making me choke.
I've never felt your breath against my neck- You sleeping that kind of peaceful secure sleep you can only
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