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My soul is set on perfect,
Engulfed by your embrace.
My heart stood next to frozen,
Softened by your finger’s trace.
I’m hypnotized,
By the way you breathe.
My oxygen,
Is the love you weave.
Forever’s closing in;
Eternity.
And soon we’ll be,
Infinity.
My skin is set on passion,
Excited by your touch.
Maybe I’m too dramatic.
Maybe I think too much.
I’m mesmerized,
By your simple grin.
I’m bounded by,
The love within.
Forever’s closing in;
Eternity.
And soon we’ll be,
Infinity.
Engulfed by your embrace.
My heart stood next to frozen,
Softened by your finger’s trace.
I’m hypnotized,
By the way you breathe.
My oxygen,
Is the love you weave.
Forever’s closing in;
Eternity.
And soon we’ll be,
Infinity.
My skin is set on passion,
Excited by your touch.
Maybe I’m too dramatic.
Maybe I think too much.
I’m mesmerized,
By your simple grin.
I’m bounded by,
The love within.
Forever’s closing in;
Eternity.
And soon we’ll be,
Infinity.
Literature
real
i swear to God
that i love mine as much as
you love yours and that
if i could find the words to say it,
i would. if i could
find the perfect words, if i could just
close my eyes and instead of thinking
i love him i love him i love him
think of something poetic and real and un-cliché,
just for a second,
i would. but
i am-he is-we are poetic,
real,
un-cliché
and i know it with all of me and i know he knows it
too and i know that i don't need to
write poems about him because he already knows,
he
Literature
_forget you
It will be easy to forget you...
I just can't look to the sky
or even remember the sea...
I'll just have to stop dreaming
and learn how to be alone...
I know I'll forget you..
I just can't remember your smile..
your beautiful eyes,
your sweet mouth...
I can do it,
I know I can...
I just can't look to anything,
I just can't remember,
I just can't live...
or love...
I'll forget how important you are on my life...
I'll just have to forget myself...
Literature
Reverie
I.
They say every woman is a piece of the moon,
but I want the sun.
Dear Apollo, explain to me why you gave up
clear mornings for the shadowy future.
And I'll make you wish you hadn't burned a time before.
Because he's still sleeping, turned towards the window,
the thick blinds cracking with sunlight in the early dawn.
The navy sheets his royal dress, the rays his glory crown.
I wake up next to a god on Sunday morning,
hands still dirty from the night before.
II.
But when I sleep, I dream of rhyming big words
Building them on top of each other, letting it touch the sky.
I rub up against them once in awhile to test their stren
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I know you can't read this but this is very beautiful Ian.