Love Letters

abbreviated versions of words I couldn't say, questions I didn't ask, and chances I didn't take.

[fightingthosedemons-deactivated]

[simonchka]

Strokes

I want to feel your fingers, and examine how they trace

Do you rush your strokes with nervous eager pokes

Or do you keep your pace?

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Roses

I saw lovers in the rosebeds

Entangled and embraced.

So wrapped in one another 

I couldn’t see their face

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Nothing

Nothing to write

nothing to see

there is nothing here but me

nothing but death

nothing by gloom

I sit alone inside my room

Nothing to hear

nothing to say

I watch night turn into day

Nothing to share

nothing to eat

Now I lay me down to sleep

[simonchka]

Epiphany

Emerging from this shell

escaping from thoughts that

inner peace requires living hell.

Connecting with this form

exhaling energies from

memories forlorn

Taking in a new sight,

full of optimism that one

day, things will be bright

Shedding this old skin,

making room to begin again.

A moment of atonement...

Forgiving myself for all past sins

[simonchka]

Past life

Life has made me coarse

everything has a cost or causes pain

I miss the days of being young and vain

I was still sad, but I saw beauty in the rain.

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Soft

I forgot how soft I can truly be

life these days just wouldn’t let you see

but only I can tell that I am not the best me

Because she died trying to explore the sea

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Reflections

I couldn’t find peace

because I wasn’t even me.

I became someone I

couldn’t bear to see myself be

[simonchka]

drowning in a tide of my own lies

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Us

You have wrinkles and I have pimples

I have depression and you have dimples

You are the sun and I am the moon

I wonder why you dance in my parade of gloom.

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Brown

You can lock me away

But forever I will stay

You can’t kill me

because from the Earth I was made

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You’re tattooed in me

like something I can feel but

I cannot quite see.

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Pisces

Lost in the ocean

floating through the sea

still figuring out

what it means to be me

[simonchka]

Love has taught me nothing but pain and only ended in noting but hate

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Chords

You know all the notes and all the keys that make sweet music pour out of me.

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City of Angels

I met an angel the other day

he put color in all the places that were gray

he held my chin and kissed my cheek

and said everything was okay.

he spread his wings and flashed his smile

and night turned into day

his soul was warmer than the winds of May

I pray to God he never flies away.

[simonchka]

I’m trying to write about you

and it's hard because

there’s so much that’s bright about you.

nothing I say can explain

all the things that are right about you.