Poems to and from the moon and jellyfish

Poem #11 The peaches core of strangers to soulmates

-The peaches core of strangers to soulmates, the heart of the beautiful beating beast
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Has Strangers ever known what soulmates are

Do people?

It's Lethal to love someone or to love

But I love you...
Stranger
How do you explain her?
The stranger writing this..
In the mind of your bliss
Is she your stranger?
Have you acquired her beauty?

It's been gloomy
But I felt like he knew me
Even while being gloomy
To me he was at peace
It's like he'd release and be a big softy..

~he's fallen in love with the stranger behind the poem

I can't wait till autumn.. it's the perfect cold weather the leaves crunch they turn brown and orange. We should to go to the shore and find sea shells in the cold of autumn with the stranger that will read this poem. "Don't grow numb.." the words flowed through like the cold rush of air brushing upon us when we fight..  it was like a white night "don't grow numb.." those words were stern as a drum placed through my head, instead our fingers intertwined and our lips burned us like an igniting flame to warm us up as the shore's water breaches the strangers... to us it was dusk the musk of your new cologne you'd brag of it smelt of love..
~the smell of genuine happiness for the strangers in the cold autumn.

Strangers are to be

Met as the notes

of the piano you play each day

To make me songs

You say you are the pianist
That belongs to the heart of a poet
Your songs are the bearing of you
...you told me

"Im proud of you your my poet this poem is warm and i felt it,when you said our lips burned us like an igniting flame but it changed for me when you said to warm us up i love the last part too where you talked about my colonge i really really love this poem"

Im the stranger
Who is the poet for you...
It's such a funny view
Me and you?
We can never undo each other

~The poet and pianist are in love but as strangers

The end.
By Alexis

Btw this was a poem for my boyfriend ☺️