Eyes tell a tale
I don’t want you to leave
The fragrance of your skin
Has hypnotized me
Dreams have changed just like the leaves
Attached to my roots
We grow like a tree
I slipped you a note
As your eyes said you’d read it soon.
Let’s cut this cake
I would give up my life for you.
Eyes looked away
Yet, still can see
The fragments of my thoughts
Recaptured in dreams
Seasons changing, swift like a breeze
Attached to my lips
As the sun kissed the beach
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Sam Mosley
"Find what you love and let it kill you." - Charles Bukowski.
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Ran into problems today; it was my distinctive taste. Now I'm stuck riding out the edge of the clock. I needed someone to blame; This feeling will rearrange, my troubled head letting go of things I can't stop. Despair will penetrate, this rotting core I have made. Synapse misfire, nothing but broken English. I bare a hell within me, that no one wishes to see. I have tried; this is nothing I can extinguish.
By Sam Mosley 4 years ago in Poets
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