To Meek
i do not know how you feel.
if i was to paint it, i wonder if i should use subdued tones.
if it was in words would it be as lengthy as a novel?
should i string words like heavy, heart, broken, pieces into a sentence.
is it like the fading hum of a song about to end?
he broke your heart yet you still love him with the little pieces left.
tell me all about it a friend of a friend.
all i know is that your name means gentle.
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Flush the colors away
No water no linseed oil no saturated hues
I feel your brush strokes on my canvas when you paint with your tears
And say no more
No punctuations, no words, no poetry
I feel your empty string of words
Your smile is my music
Play air guitar with my heartstrings and hold me
I am just as fragile
if this was a year younger it would've been exciting sending remarks back and forth, with courage because of the anonymity.
a year has passed yet i feel like i aged ten years.
i can no longer tolerate your namelessness.
its not courage anymore but cowardice.
i am prickly. i am hungry. and i need more sleep.
this is me pregnant.
bah humbug!
If we covet what we see everyday then why do i want this so bad?
This relationship can't be defined, its less than two dimensions
But not at all flat
Its passionate, forbidden, yet guilt free.
Its safe yet Exciting, why are you so inviting?
Pardon my cowardice but i do not mean to hide.
Some things only grow under the soil, as some lovely artworks remain unnamed.
Sleep well dear child with child, i shall watch you while you sleep, as
I wait for your awakening
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