i can’t tell
if you’re real
our fingers touched
without the warmth;
the only way
i know it happened
were the scars
i can only see
in the mirror
Tag: Memory
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a moment,
sweet & short
capped off with a drink~
a moment
we made love with
a moment
untouched by the outside world
that lives
like a stallion in open fields
monkey
did you hear that?
“nope”
enjoy the silence
brought to you by
positive energy-
be you;
you said
you said you see yourself in me
no baby no
you’re better
you’re you
mirror
she said when you look deep
she sees nothing
“beware the mirror”
it’s just the beginning
to busy fittin’
in- an missin’
what was really meant for you
spinnin’ in a stew
of yesterday.
look into the mirror
you’re biggest admirer
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she used to say
the number twelve
smelled like pine
outside~
one chirstmas morning
12pm
i knew what she meant
~
it’s twelve days till your birthday
i remember that night;
tragic vandal
we’ll light
a pine scented candle
in your memory
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it wasn’t the first time
or the second
or the sixth
or the last
it was the time
in my dreams
i could never forget
i
i think i loved you
now
i think
i wanted to remember
you
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tragedy strikes in three
in the head
the belly
heart~
yellow sundress downtown
i saw her
again
at a coffee shop
downtown –
we met
each others gaze
before she met
the inside
of her sunglasses
Saint's Muse 