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But aren’t I more than A fountain to be drained; A path to be travelled; A heart to be broken; And a place for rest?
Open hearts, open arms, open relationships Closed minds, closed eyes, closed off Stay calm, stay warm, stay away Come home, come here, come back Love this, love that, love them Hate this, hate that, hate them Hold hands, hold faith, hold on Quiet night, quiet room, quiet down Speak truth, speak love, speak up
Curt and dry humour Hides undeniable love, But only barely. transit haiku #12
My little heart Bumps into walls, Drop things, and Knocks on doors Too hard. Confused, she patters Then picks up the pace; Suprised by simple things, Like kindness. In love, She ponders passionate Possibilities, So much so, my brain reminds her It is She who does the thinking. Though in love, Both are at a…
I feel our tongues Never touch For something is left At the tip of them— Words unsaid. So instead, We talk in circles Tying knots around eachother Anything easier than Admitting love Or sharing truth.
Apples and bananas Comparable by no means; Red and yellow Primary, though different; You and me Opposites attract.
10:34pm Westbound to Kipling “You look clean. Do you go to church? There are many corrupt people in this world. Don’t let them bring out the worst in you. You don’t need all the makeup. I mean, I love it, you look good, but you don’t need it. Don’t worry about getting married, you’re going…
My mind will always be the one to kill me; It won’t be my gluttony or greed, Or my kindness or genorosity. It will always be my mind Though beautiful, Horrifying and unkind.