Tag: love

Hair

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Any chance I get, I run my fingers through your hair.
They are dark, shiny webs of love for me,
Arresting a vibrant magic in their dark lair
That many, if not all, fail to see.

I see you comb them after a shower
And each strand glistens like dew;
I want to put my face in that wet bower
And kiss the cow licks washed anew.

When you rest your head in my lap,
I put the tips of my fingers in the crown,
I am a bee caught in a Venus Trap
And nothing can settle this body down.

I can smell your hair when you’re away,
I can feel it move between my fingers,
The texture and lust with me just stay
As the feel of it on my lips lingers.

Never Again

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I keep giving of love and remain alone;
Either awake at night or with fears.
I learnt much of pain; it comes now by rote
And has quite lost all its share of tears.

The love I give is all consuming.
It comes from within a unique need.
If I am willing to be consumed myself,
How in hell does it classify as greed?

The words I write now have been written.
The pain I am in has been felt.
It feels like my men are on strange repeat.
The cards each deals have been dealt.

The love I have just needs to be seen;
But those I love choose others over me;
And I can’t keep giving up myself –
I must have an end to hope’s tragedy.

I think of love as forever and it hurts.
Each time it brings with it the freshest pain.
As each time my gifts and heart shatter,
I lie to myself and say never ever again.

Your Promises

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All of your promises have a shelf life.
There is no chance any of them shall stick.
You speak them to merely stop present strife;
Once that is done, their purpose seeks death quick.

Your promises are very lightly made.
You do not think of them as forever.
They are fake light that only causes shade,
Without the wherewithal to endeavour.

I wish you understood what vows must be;
They are the parents of hope and trust;
Your mind can’t grasp what it cannot see;
And all we end up with is useless dust.

I know this now and all my hope lies dead;
There is nothing now to be heard or said.