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Curt and dry humour Hides undeniable love, But only barely. transit haiku #12
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.
My head has been sick for a while So my heart has been making the decisions And doing the thinking. She patters in my chest Panicky and frantic when she finds That feelings are rarely logical, and That love isn’t always requited. Hard truths for a softer heart, As my head sleeps my heart works…
Share your warmth and love, But know that Flies are attracted to bright things. And the Sun has fans and friends But not lovers. Call it “intimidating,” Her warmth is amazing, But her skin melts bodies.