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I can see it in your veins,
That you will never be the same.
In all your beauty and glory from before;
A former ghost of the absolution, fills you with deplore.
Disapproval to what you have become,
I bid you to calm down and readjust.
It's not to late to give away your thumb.
Pinky promise me and we can go far without distrust.
I swear it on my first name, I will die on my last.
Days spent to protect you against all that you worry.
Strings tied to my arms for you to craft,
A way through this life, two minds locked into my body.
I trust you so much that it feels lonesome.
Even if my reasoning ever judges you hazardous,
To me I will always find an objection to overcome.
The love I have for you is more than on a mattress.
Avarice for every second I can have with you cascades.
The feelings rush through the steep pride that finds,
Gracefully gliding against my soul and slicing as a chilling blade.
It's only when this occurs does everything cease in the winds.
The pain stops and I no longer need to think.
Every glance at you as you control my heart,
Brings me a step closer to the frothing belief, a drink.
Quenching my everlasting desire for more I loyally revert.
Escorting you to return into something more.
Impending doom is nothing as we avert its gaze.
Let us go off into the distance and explore.
Wherever the light stops, we will have our a grand display.
That you will never be the same.
In all your beauty and glory from before;
A former ghost of the absolution, fills you with deplore.
Disapproval to what you have become,
I bid you to calm down and readjust.
It's not to late to give away your thumb.
Pinky promise me and we can go far without distrust.
I swear it on my first name, I will die on my last.
Days spent to protect you against all that you worry.
Strings tied to my arms for you to craft,
A way through this life, two minds locked into my body.
I trust you so much that it feels lonesome.
Even if my reasoning ever judges you hazardous,
To me I will always find an objection to overcome.
The love I have for you is more than on a mattress.
Avarice for every second I can have with you cascades.
The feelings rush through the steep pride that finds,
Gracefully gliding against my soul and slicing as a chilling blade.
It's only when this occurs does everything cease in the winds.
The pain stops and I no longer need to think.
Every glance at you as you control my heart,
Brings me a step closer to the frothing belief, a drink.
Quenching my everlasting desire for more I loyally revert.
Escorting you to return into something more.
Impending doom is nothing as we avert its gaze.
Let us go off into the distance and explore.
Wherever the light stops, we will have our a grand display.
Towards the end of this write session, I thought about my poem Let's. The first two lines in it inspired the last stanza of this new poem.
"Let us have a grand display, before we simply pass on the message to others like us." Maybe I'll include that thought into the old poem:
Writing new poetry can definitely make me miss my old poems whether I liked them a lot or not. It enriches the old passions and lines that were born.
Also hope everyone is having a grand summer. heh.
"Let us have a grand display, before we simply pass on the message to others like us." Maybe I'll include that thought into the old poem:
Let's...Let's go where the light stops
Create new rays filled with hopefulness
Scare off the darkness
Hide in the sunshine
Not fade from ourselves
Connect our lives
Aim for the best
Endure the worst
Lets live for each other
Whether we know if either is still alive
If the worst of times
Memories live on in people so lets make them count
I never forgot its just that time is of the essence
One time to partake is enough strength in me
To go on in life without looking back
But if only you understood the pain inside
History of a soul entwined in hurt from fate
Let not the destiny of the past contain your will to live
Use it to do good with what you can
But in today's world you best get with the times
Life is moving too fast
Time seems to just fly by
I could have sworn the past was like yesterday
Only to be dwindling far away within my memory
So move along with the stream and share your knowledge
Conserve the earth keep to yourself when you have seen enough
Return all the good back to the atmosphere
Writing new poetry can definitely make me miss my old poems whether I liked them a lot or not. It enriches the old passions and lines that were born.
Also hope everyone is having a grand summer. heh.
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