I think I’m struggling with how I feel
This vulnerability seems unreal
The trust I put into our hearts
Intensity could be blown apart
The distance that we chose to bear
The fallen crowns we chose to share
The weakness I’m aware we care
The passage first belongs the heir
The darkness doth divide ones heart
The spirit be torn apart
The freedom we long such for
Yet belonging calls us more
Our kindred souls cry the night
Calling me inspite
Of the decisions we chose to make
The loving kindness rebate
I’m in a place sink or swim
Hold me now and let me in
Perhaps I‘m blind from this point in
I hailed a cab and called you since
The delicacy we did not mince
The openness we found so clear
The love we chose to share
Our souls unite and truth we bear.
Category: Juxtaposition
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Looking into each other’s eyes they arrive
At the station where most journeys begin
Little does he know this is her final stop
Her wings crisp as she sheds her skin
A big breath and out stretch her wings
Magnificently filling the sky
Eclipsing the moon as she howls into the night
She curls back in his arms and closes her eyes
Slowly her heart beats, fingertips caressing his face
Capturing this moment as she breathes in their last embrace -
Gazing at the ripples their minds start to ponder
Tracing the current their fingers begin to wander
Towards each other from a few centimetres away
The first touch electric for a moment they stay
Feeling the wave flow up their arms
Roll up their neck and back down to their palms
Fingertips interlocking bringing it in
Breathing getting deeper the tides coming in
Knuckles side by side they look to the sky
Not dare to turn look the other in the eye
Clasping getting closer hands off the floor
Palms now touching fingers wrapped even more
Somehow a tightness has begun to be formed
These hands are solid they can withstand a storm
They sit for a while quiet and still
Emotion overflowing the silence at will
The bellowing hurricane feelings invoke
Soothed by the water medicated by the folk
At last a head turns to see
But the hand is swiftly retrieved
Both turn back to the water
In their own space, no further
As they watch the ripples glide the surface
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