Tag: look
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free love
how much for a smile? don’t charge me for a laugh clasp my hand tight hold my heart for a little while lock in step but is any of it free? you act like you in love but baby you don’t even like me we go on a date the vendors charge fees i don’t…
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Just a Thought: Opportunity
You have the look of a weathered man standing at a bus stop with no particular place to go but every opportunity waiting with open arms to greet you. Love always, Ayesha
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Beautiful Flowers
Friends are like beautiful flowers They dance when the wind blows Petals soft, rolling velvet Attracting bees and good times Blossoming in spring They are colorful and full of life Rooted in traditions and old things Taking in the rain Speaking with the birds Providing shade and shelter for those in need All the compassion…
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Something Sweet
Spiraling in circles Like water flushing down into pipes That lead to unknown places A soft, spongy, pink, sweetness That flows into another bite Gripped in an unflinching hand by a person That looks forward to the taste it brings We desire sugar Like children running after cotton candy at an amusement park It feels…
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Bad With Words
I speak in poetry I talk I feel I emote But my words fall flat When I look at you I get confused, conflicted and crossed With complicated emotions That I am unable to explain without poetry As you can see… I am a poet that is bad with words Love always, Esha <3
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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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Mash Up: Never The Same
I look to youAnd the icy dreams of your warm embraceAching to feel the smooth contours of a chiseled faceYour presence is a sweet melody to me Reminding a lonely soul of treasured memoriesLet love swing from misty air like dandelion sporesJust one blow of cool breezeCould sweep all of my desires away But every…
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Book
Pages turning, one after another Scribbles and print all look the same The paper smells like home Nimble fingers tap on hard covers A close friend indeed Words that utter truth to those in need It’s hard not to contemplate Feelings and thoughts that time left behind In binding of this book Love always, Esha…
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