A kiss so sweet and heavenly divine. Upon these beggar lips of mine. It is that of a dream come true. That my heart has been graced to know you. If we were to ever part. Surely, it would stop my heart. To not love you is to ask one not to breathe. To ask a man of faith not to believe. Would you beg the sun not to shine? If so I'd turn back the hands of time. I would undo what wrong I thought was right. If only to be with you for one more night. These are but my proclamations of love. Sworn to you and God above.
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Quite Sad
It's really quite sad. That look in your eyes. That tinge of madness when I'm not surprised. I know you well. Maybe you don't know me well enough. The lies you sell while acting tough. You're hurt. A howling animal in the night. What I've learned is you'd rather fly than fight. I wish there was nowhere for you to run. Nowhere for you to hide. Then we could talk till it's done, until our tears have dried. Then you'd see. We have healed each other. That I'm no enemy but a loving brother. It's really quite sad. That look in your eyes. How you've become mad and left me with no goodbyes.
By Christopher Foster4 years ago in Poets
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