Cherry

Scrap CH TWO part 23

CH TWO 23

My local is full of children

A short and blunt thing about my local. I use the word "fucking" in it.

Memories

The words that I write, They come from the heart. They heal and repair That which was torn apart. The hurt and the pain, The sadness and fears. The lonliness Felt over the years.

Soulmate

For all married couples who know they were meant to be together.

Alone with the world

Alone, in the eyes of man, I was but I never felt alone; not in the warm embrace of summer; far away from the cold hearted crowds; not with the breath of her breeze in my hair;
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The Traveller

Glint with lonely light glowering through emptiness Smile at faded past receding into photographic stillness Cry at emerald jewel floating lost somewhere far away

Worulde

Crimson balloon hovers motionlessly over icy pyramids As stars shimmer in the blank eternity of sleep Bluish, harsh light Strands of hair forever rotate over amorphous whiteness

Sometimes redux

Sometimes I believe I am still your thoughts That my eyes and their image disturb your dreams That you listen to my voice with the rattle of windchimes

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