The sweet smell of LavenderEvery time I plunge my nose into her lilac hairby WhitePlumFragrance
I smell this wild aroma tickling my nostrils
Every time I kiss her fresh neck under the violet twilight
I feel this scent melting with my blood
From her very name resonates my childhood's morning glory
I beg you, running Time, leave her unscathed
From her crocus gaze, a thousand chills!
I learn the bitter meaning of perfection
She drops blue bell caresses off my relieved inwardness
Like an angel without faith, I might sin
Turning heavens against me for her dahlia grin
When I look at my heart, I realize she coloured my world
To the Moon (Haiku Version)Rare pearl in the sky,
you allure my soul tonight
as though I'm the tide.
Quiet PlacePeaceful pendulum,by hopeburnsblue
you know all my inmost thoughts.
Backward, forward, swing.
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sleep with your limbs dangling,
for they will heal and soon
skin will replace skin,
all of the dead cells replaced by new
thoughts and a new beginning.
when the moon finally shuts its
limber and ravaged eyes,
you'll know that you have finally healed.
i may be a lost cause and you may
deny my whereabouts,
but know that i have space still left in
my open arms.
rising again, through winter and springmy trachea is drowning, ( spitting, choking )by delirious-eyes
in stutters and lies i can't help
and her eyes are as calculated as the
impeding moonlit crevices of
someday when her hair has reached
i'll tell her,
"i'm sorry, i couldn't help it,"
but she has her father's muddy eyes,
(i hope i mean it when i say i'm sorry, i really am.)
the japanese flower blossoms are in full
-girl with the heart of gold;
you are as brilliant as the stars--
bright and welcoming.
boy with the heart of innocence;
you are as beautiful as the moon--
illuminating and radiant.
perhaps you were destined to be in the sky together.
-she seeks solaceby impxria
from the crevices of her mind
because it's the only place
where innocence still remains;
and it is the only place
where she can think
without the corruption of the world plaguing her mind.
Can't breathe anymoreI feel as though their is a anchor in my chest
and it's not letting me sail home,
I feel as though my blue river veins
have turned into tidal waves
and its swallowing me whole.
Love like seas, sinkingShe had blue hair that always reminded me of the sea,by Saddening
her voice like the soft currents flowing into me.
Every time I trailed my fingers along the curves of her body the waves swirled inside my heart,
because I was a sailboat and she was a high tide at midnight,
tearing me apart.
Some delicate & mysterious music...