Tag: eyes
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A Thought: Full of Light
You are beaming, shining and blissful love that dazzles like prayers at noonday. The glimmer of hope that twinkles in eyes that are full of light. Love always, Ayesha
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Crazy
The soft sound of classical music fades into the background Tears fall from my eyes like pools of lava It burns. Will I ever learn? Where is peace? You passed on Too beloved to move on And I need some relief God, Hear me in my hour of despair And be kind to me I…
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Never Dry
Your hands fail to catch it Your body longs for it Your ears hear it falling Your eyes search for it’s translucent form Plants grow toward the sun And wait for relief Deer eat grass And run towards the stream Water restores and maintains the body It is nourishing Giving ease to stained muscles And…
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One Moment
I would dance past the break of day to share one moment with you again. Because every second we spend together hangs onto my heart like a loose string on a thick, sweater. To hold onto your hands and stare into your dark, beautiful eyes is ecstasy. We make misty dreams come into fruition. Love…
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Our Love is Deep
I promise you are it Between the two of us is a well of never ending love That gets deeper each time we reach in Understanding that their is no end Only a beginning That comes with each day we rise With happiness in our hearts And hope in our eyes I am yours and…
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Polaroids of a Lighthouse
I admit I’m not the same women in the Polaroids anymore. I had to change to survive. To hold onto to the light that I thought had died. I spent time fighting to survive. Every note I sung off-key. Every quit moment full of contemplation and maybes. I still fill up with thoughts or you.…
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All or Nothing
I don’t know why I do this to myself Looking toward midnight with flickers of twilight in your eyes Wonder if your ever real at all Telling the truth Always ready to fall But it seems like love always calls to deaf ears I don’t know why I do this to myself To kiss you…
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Thank God Christmas is Over
The hanging mistletoe has dried out in mid-air The pine needles of trees That once had presents under them now decorate living rooms Without a cause or reason outside of holiday inertia The smell of cinnamon and nutmeg dissipate The candy canes that reek of peppermint But fail to satiate the taste-bubs Of a sista…
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