Tag: Hands
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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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Pictures
I love you still. Silent words lie in-between us. Day dreams that faded into the background. Pictures never developed lie in camera rolls on dusty countertops in an abandoned house. Where we once held hands and made plans that never came into fruition. But my heart longs for you still. Love always, Esha <3
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Missing
He’s missing again NO calls NO text Only emptiness Hangs in the void He’s been MIA Since he was a little boy Days turned to nights And nights turned to days Weeks at a time combined into months Months turned into years Sometimes, I would look for him In the highways and byways Of cities…
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Puzzles
It leaves minds tired Hands twisted Feet confused Pieces lost in dialect Hidden on the floor While thoughts spill And slip into the cracks Of old forgotten insecurities never filled It is left on the table Until an urge to complete the unfinished task returns again Irritation sets in Frustration sets in Life breaks into…
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Beautiful Things
Two hearts joined Like a kiss that goes on forever Dreaming, loving and praying together For a moment that touches the soul An hour where time stands still Hands move around the dial Like a spinning wheel When desires, chance and reality collide Beautiful things happen Love always, Esha <3
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Alright
Cherish your loved ones while you canKiss their rosey checksHold their precious handSpeak uplifting words in the hour tribulationPray with themLet them know that you can sympathizeShow a warmth to expressThat you understandWhen the wind beats at their worn doorStand beside them as a friendThe things that we forget we didMean something in the endSo…
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Stubborn Heart
There’s something wonderful about a stubborn heart. It beats when no one expects it to. It pushes in spite of insidious circumstances. Seeking unconditional love when the length of caring has run its course. Grasping onto straws that slip out of moist hands. Yet it continues to swim in the bliss of reverie. And that’s…
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My Flesh
this flesh, my flesh is soft, succulent and brown a hue passed down from my Grandpappy it’s moisture maintained by shea butter these are the lips that gave sweet dreams to dry eyes full and shiny like the sunrise hands that cradled water from many streams used to toil, eager to clean these are the…
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Creativity
It comes and goes like people moving through turnstiles in a downtown building. But it’s always there. The artistic desires of the dreamer are continual and fail to end when creativity is at hand. So paint, draw, direct, sing, dance out your dreams to take the sail boat of happiness to a new land. We…
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