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- missing piece. at allpoetry
the sun has melted into the earth
the music still jingling across the wind - this is the last poem I will write for you at allpoetry
my heart will always hold you,
even though my arms will never - Don't mean that you'll never arrive at allpoetry
I waited and waited, with you still beside me,
hiding and wishing you could see how lost you were. - rambling about trees and demons at allpoetry
The tree sustaining me
has withered, the leaves - keep your love lockdown at allpoetry
the faucets of a diamond
a razor in my hand - butterflies and dresses. at allpoetry
My hands are animated,
tugging at the ruffles in my dress, - The Dance at allpoetry
The dance is continuing on without me, - Growth at allpoetry
The plants upon the table grow, rising green and pink, they bloom. - Into the sea at allpoetry
her hands smoothed the corners of his face, - shining star. at allpoetry
I am not a master of love poems - inside. at allpoetry
His hands trace my scars both seen and invisible, - And the Lord with you. at allpoetry
Twenty years seemed too distant, like a small star glittering in the sky, - God came through a song. at allpoetry
For two thousand, one hundred and forty two days, I cursed you, I took out my failed redemption, - we fall together. at allpoetry
. - growing leaves and changing coastlines at allpoetry
I was born to follow their lines, - she doesn't really mean a woman at allpoetry
She becomes a whisper that runs against the wind, - your leaves will gain the color again at allpoetry
I pray one day you can forgive me for everything I didn't say - seams at allpoetry
for weeks I held you in my hollows - my being in flames. at allpoetry
In the beginning of my rebirth, I carved another canvas, I feasted on the moonlight - the world of even if. at allpoetry
Your voice, like a fallen angel
the broken feathers slip through my fingertips. - like a zombie at allpoetry
I can hear my body shifting creaking along to the song - Musement. at allpoetry
Dance! into a thousand heartbeats; - for the dark side of the painting at allpoetry
I'm wrap up our painting in silk and tuck it away, - this emptiness at allpoetry
this emptiness inside me doesn't scream - I'm sorry for the emptiness I've created. at allpoetry
. - pressed against her ribcage at allpoetry
She keeps a gun underneath her wings tightly pressed against her ribcage; - I don't feel safe within myself. at allpoetry
I wish I could sew my memories in a quilt, maybe they would be useful - [ my words are wrapped ] at allpoetry
my words are wrapped in longing - Prayer at allpoetry
Call me into your storm I'll gladly greet you - [ I sit within my broken teacup ] at allpoetry
I sit within my broken teacup / sticky residue lingering on the bottom / of my feet; shuffle; sigh / Cold, my body shakes / rattles; I am a ghost within my flesh / a haunting echo / sounding against - God is growing a garden. at allpoetry
the world is wearing a blindfold / with razors for fingertips / grasping for affection, bleeding in search / of redemption. / too late. it seems. / God is watching with a heavy heart / and cradles eac - jan 13 2006 at allpoetry
If I could
I would bottle my love - i cherish moments like these at allpoetry
he plays a song for me
his hands moving natrually and - we are our own enemy at allpoetry
distress. torment.
i grieve for moments i pushed away.
