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If youāve ever played with a mans emotions and left him heartbroken then YOU are responsible for the trauma you caused him.
The Phamiliar
June Love
Does it feel the same for you June? So real yet astonishingly surreal How the blue moon assumes That midnight glow as it peels Behind the wispy lavender clouds Above our bed where we lay Intertwining together, loving aloud Feeling more than lips can say We wear our souls on our sleeves Two strangers become lovers It seems almost too hard to believe You came along and the pain was over.
May Love
A couple moons too soon
And I wouldāve missed your bloom
It proved to be the purest kind
Given to me your love was mine
How could such a love find me?
How lucky could the lucky be?
For when you love me deeply
For once it felt completely
True.
May I, my love?
May I call you sweetheart, darling,
May I call you my one and only,
May I call you my significant other,
May I call you my better half?
May I call you my lover
May I call you my baby girl
May I call you my true love?
April Love
Your language of Love slips From your tongue to my lips I can trace your inner workings From the end of my fingertips Together our time seems unseen Our days are spent in between the Sweet crease of restaurant dates And the covers of my bed sheets Beneath the ceiling we are revealed Behind curtains no more concealed Above the heavens and back to you The gardens between sky and sea
March Love
Flowers strung together, colorfully Tethered tightly in a bright bouquet, Cherubic cherry blossoms bloom In the garden atop your crown The midnight sky is draped on your Shoulders like an sleeping gown We stay awake till dawn on top Restless in the glorious morning The way you kiss me and how You hold me baby donāt let me go The beginning and the end of Our flesh become indistinguishable
March Love
Flowers strung together, colorfully Tethered tightly in a bright bouquet, Cherubic cherry blossoms bloom In the garden atop your crown The midnight sky is draped on your Shoulders like an sleeping gown We stay awake till dawn on top Restless in the glorious morning The way you kiss me and how You hold me baby donāt let me go The beginning and the end of Our flesh become indistinguishable
February Love
Days pass in cerulean phases Periwinkle skies gliding along the Languid glowing orange twilight I sleeplessly await the sunrise You know, you couldāve been mine Not that you belonged to anyone Youāre just the love Iāve never had Youāre just the love Iāve just met Out there along the glow of The shimmering sapphire horizon Your eyes profoundly blue like An ever-widening ocean. Daybreak is like your arrival My love how long have you waited I too have also waited awhile but It doesnāt seem that long anymore
January Love
Cold drives home alone Without the slightest sadness No shoulder to lean on No heartbreak no tears I love her and I leave her Alone again and alone Iāll be What I desire is freedom My tether is to be free I love her and she leaves me Alone sheāll be alone Iāll be This concept of love and she Sheās surely an idea to me Her form is amorphous but Sheās always gorgeous Always looking different to me The lovers of dreary January.
Sadness, without a way of grieving.
Another year, another love poem.
The Phamiliar
2017 has been an incredible year, and thatās not saying everything was great, that just means there were lots of changes and challenges and Iām still here awaiting 2018. Happy holidays everyone and every one of my followers thank you so much for stopping by and reading and encouraging. Weāre gonna be just fine my friends, I promise.
December Love
On the cold winter day Gray was the day of my birth Aye today marks twenty four However long or Much older, wiser, or More experienced I am now Within the inescapable Catacombs of intricate life Here I start to finally live Again I am alive What Iāve accomplished My own roof and home And food to survive on And my best physical shape I can offer for you oh December love Iāve met you at my prime And I have for you the drive To make you mine.
November Love
As the dying sun sets She lies by my side My vanishing angel A crown of gold thread And eyes made of emeralds She wears the robe of silk - Feathered white wings of An angel from above who Spends her time on earth with me Our time together redolent Of her perfume lingering On my arm, no harm in that As the seasons end and Begin again, and even After countless other love November Love is... who knows? Who remembers love? Who you are, who are you love? It doesnāt matter love. I wonāt need to look for love I donāt need nor ponder for When the right season turns I will know her and Sheāll remember my name.
It took a while but November Love is finished and queued
Whatās it called when you enjoy a song one way and years later you find even more meaning in that song? I donāt know, thatās just life.
Summer Fling
Tell you that I love you But you don't believe me. Talking to your soul but You can't perceive me. Tearing down all the walls The crimson heartās in ruins. And even at your worst Remind you we're only human. Even in the past you exist Only serving as reminder It was meant to be that It was not meant to be. What was called āyou and meā Is merely imaginary.
October Love
Love fluttering like moths In the evening glow before The rise of the twilight - Beautiful in thought and heart But in reality just another Seam in a more grand tapestry Love like the beginning and Love like the beginning of the end Love like an ending, like twilight Before the black luster of night. Final whispers from the zephyr She falls far out of reach Where daylight lessens And the twilight thrives A love ends. I will never hold her again, Lost forever to the night. I will never hold her again.