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Childish laugh in the echoes
Of high legendary wall ceilings;
Your hand is the paint,
And you pull colors on the world.
The lamppost liquid is missing
When the lights are shut off,
Your friend is waiting on tilting shoes
To watch you walk in gorgeous
Of your blue jacket. Pink is diving
Into champagnes at a roll of your eyes
Or a flick of your hair dipped into
The orange sky, you just smile
To incite love like a God
Breathing to create another earth.
On a cloudless night of your sad,
Mystic style, the passion of your eyes
Melts into a phone conversation
With me. Love is a police
And you are a thief, trying to
Escape a love so different and I,
A voice in your heart, coax you:
Turn the mirror and see your beauty.
Fate spasms in the curve of your hands,
You are a one track train on two lines:
A dilemma— your heart is tugging
The opposites. When the lamps fuse out,
You are dancing till the starlight
Turns away from your frostbitten lips,
I stand back under the misty air
And you see the love in despair.
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YOU ARE READING
ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑝𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑡
Poetry[ P O E T R Y ] ❝ maybe love makes us suffer so we love it more, as humans by nature seek pain because it is the greatest power that simply makes us feel. ❞ © 2019 cherrienoodles
