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All there is in this life is time, time to catch our breaths, time to see what arrives, what divides, what drifts, riffs and catches on worn out cliffs

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All there is in this life is time, time to catch our breaths, time to see what arrives, what divides, what drifts, riffs and catches on worn out cliffs
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And in the end this ocean, is just in, your eyes, there are many shores to be explored.
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Stop, sit, be silent. Plunging into the unknown, you tell me to, look through this pair of used and abused binoculars
I fell in love with you thinking you were perfect, I will stay loving you because you're not
You are my sunshine on a rainy day and everyday #forever
Two shades poem
In the dust is not my lust
my love for you will always be
there, you see it, right behind you
being there if you ever need it
holding you'r hand when you’re scared
but emptiness is in your palm even when mine is warm with blood
and hot for your beautiful body
your dark hair and curves of perfect porcelain
your gorgeous eyes that can stare into my soul
your incredible wisdom and never ending selflessness
your warmth is like a whisper in my bed
your touch was like my favourite teenage hoodie thrown out years ago
but such a comfort at the time that could never be replaced or forgotten
I see your face in the endless stars and hope somehow if reflects
round to where you are so you'll see mine
the emptiness in my heart has no room as the love you placed there has filled it up and it's yet to rent a room to the dark to the new to the millions of possibilities now that we’re through
we could have tangled paths where we would one day forever entwine them or we could go opposite ways and just leave our painted faces fading on each-others hearts
like a canvas with moth eaten holes your paint slips out and onto the floor a pool of you is escaping with no mop i try to catch you in my fingers but like a helium birthday balloon you seem to float away leaving me there
wondering,
"will I ever have such an incredible, breath-taking mural painted into my soul again"
Going by choice
To my crying, feels like dying, heart
I am sorry we are sad but trust me, this
IS !
how it must be.
For you to not explode with to much love
and never see me
You must have a break.
But do not to be broken heart of mine.
Think of this,
as just a chance,
for you to love me like again.