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Sometimes every syllable
is like swallowing a brick
and I can't speak because I'm too busy rolling my tongue in gravel
chewing the mud I want to sling
but holding it back
only for it to pressurize into a solid rock that leaves my stunned lips
Like spitting bullets into the wind and being surprised when
nothing flies back.
You say you want to feel something real,
So I bleed my heart out,
and you say “No, I said REAL.”
and everything smells like tears,
or whatever tears are
supposed to smell like,
because in my mind they smell like you in the morning
like your smile in the bend of my neck
like the bricks we've etched our fingerprints into.
They smell real.
is like swallowing a brick
and I can't speak because I'm too busy rolling my tongue in gravel
chewing the mud I want to sling
but holding it back
only for it to pressurize into a solid rock that leaves my stunned lips
Like spitting bullets into the wind and being surprised when
nothing flies back.
You say you want to feel something real,
So I bleed my heart out,
and you say “No, I said REAL.”
and everything smells like tears,
or whatever tears are
supposed to smell like,
because in my mind they smell like you in the morning
like your smile in the bend of my neck
like the bricks we've etched our fingerprints into.
They smell real.
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Will you be my home?
Will you be my home
My gentle security?
Will you lift me away
With the caress of your arms
Warm me wholly
With the slighest brush
Of your lips?
Will you be my shelter
Even from my own tears?
Will you let me take you for granted
Let me wrap you around me
And rock me to my dreams?
Will you hide me away
Be the place of my safety
Be my happiness
Sheilded from a world of sadness,
Will you be my home,
My gentle security
Silently filling my life with love?
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The Music We Make
I feel your heart
Beating softly with mine
A pure harmony
Burrowing deep inside
Crescendos and allegros—
intertwining mirrors of our
actions, your baritone echoing my alto,
our hearts the metronome to the rhythms
of our voices lifted raised in the wordless
music of our song.
Though I don’t know the words
I merely sing the melody
letting the beating of our
hearts slowly lead me
to the words waiting inside
The cavernous organ where words
coalesce and convalesce, unearthing
phrases yet unspoken and thoughts
undisclosed…our song—my song and
your song, two favorites written and
recorded as night stretches unending
An
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I Locked You In My Heart
I locked you in my heart
And threw away the key,
In there you roamed free
Grabbing at every delicate memory
Residing besides you
Placing a little bit of yourself
In every part of there
Till there was no part without
Your touch
But as your place there grew larger
My heart grew smaller...
and smaller...
and smaller for you
Till it could hardly fit you.
And though you tried
To leave the same way you came
The door was locked
From the outside in
With the key in the trash.
And as my heart finally grew
Too small
My love, too suffocating
You left my heart in the only way
That you could...
Breaking it apart
Piece by piece
Till there was a hole
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Honesty seems to be cherished too little and greatness too much: that's how I relate to this so far.