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Vingt

The leaves still rustle when the wind yawns.
The stillness is short lived.
Temper. Temper and controlled storms.
A million bottles of hearts that grieve.
There is beauty in your soul’s brain.
Matchless pairs make up your being.
You are unaware that gold flows through your veins.
Such sanity will cause a stone to sing.
Vingt.
The wounded crawl into hiding once again.
Petals wither at the hour before dawn.
Bleed the oil lamps and drop the curtains attached to the frames.
Then the green light will flood in from the cracked window screen.
20ème
We will slowly rekindle the dousing flame from the beam.
It’s time.

Poems,

Poem

I want to live in that moment all over again.
For the first time in a long time I haven’t felt pain
I wish I was strong enough
To lift not one but both of us
Two different hearts set on fire.
This is love, there’s no denial
Even though I might not show it
It’s my heart, you kind of own it.
And yes you have to share it
‘cuz it was broken and I’ll tear it
But you’re mine and no one else’s
And I’ll hurt anyone that vexes
So someday, I’ll be strong enough
To lift not one but both of us
(12 April 2013)

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