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Nameless forest

#3 - she’s probably getting sick of me writing poems about her. Written in Nikko

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istotny

Don’t want to write it

Don’t want to say it

I want to show you.

No.

Need to.

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I’m Feeling Lucky

In most human lives,

Some of us love more than we die,

But most of us die better than we love,

Some of us luck out in love

But most of us just fuck out of love

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Patience

My mind returns to her throughout the day,

Old memories are conjured and made to stay,

I find little happiness dreaming of my companion,

I long for her touch and the depths of our passion,

Even though you’re far away, beloved close your eyes,

Forget about the moon and stars and our wicked earth,

And listen for my heartbeat edging ever closer towards your hearth.

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Sfumato

Gold bars looped 

Around elfin ears

Turning, pivoting,

To sounds she likes,

Mona Lisa reborn,

With your ironic smile

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holding

To me, it seems,

We fall through life down a well that’s lined with arms,

Some will catch us

and hold us for a moment,

But more often than not

they bruise and batter

and each subsequent set

we hope to be better.

It’s better to be in soft arms

That will touch, dance, play and drink with us

Listen to soundwaves with us

We hold onto the remains of arms

I have wasted and withered

Waiting for life to rejuvenate their bones

Instead of just falling from one love

And into another