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come here,

i whisper to myself

alone in my bed,

wishing you there

under my breath,

but for the pillow i hold

there is nothing so close,

as i lay beneath my soul,

so heavy in the room.



i feel like devotion,

as that explains my love,

but more like confusion

an upside down lust,

a break in the moment

my heart dreams of us,

the tranquil reality

that bubbles do burst,

sigh..., for the awesome moment,

when awkward laments

lay me down in the clover,

and under my foot, so soft and so sweet

these pictures of you, so whole and complete

that i need, just you.

and you have, just me.

when moonbeams, give sunburns

an outburst from my words,

i crawl from the script, that my heart offers for lovers

the soft mayhem of my trust, can sway you to comfort

the smiles from your lips can all but encumber,

my joy is my pain, and all far away,

the memories i hold to, can hear what i say,

the words i could whisper, and what they could hinder,

your mind and your thoughts, yourself do betray,

as wills cannot muster, entranced in loves gaze.



theres a lesson to learn, but first the burn, if you would buy in,

perhaps i'd consider, not only to dream.... but to live.