u/RasholeHash

Your eyes are intense and piercing.

In them, I feel your vision snaking across my flesh,

Your fingers caress and trace in such a way that I know you adore my essence,

But to meet your gaze feels like possession,

So I digress, I look away,

Even when your dark hands softly grip my face.

To look is to have my flesh stripped away.

Soul laid flawed, all too bare.

How could I, without a care,

reveal sprawling scars and stains and hope to share such fears with you?

You who wrap love around kisses and perfume the air,

A sweet soul that plants mint flowers in glass vases and dances in pouring rain until it drips from curling hair.

Something new I'm thinking of adding to my project.

Any thoughts and feedback helps!❤️

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Golden the glow off the broad blue back of the sea,

A scene so calm it could melt into a dream.

Through the smeared bus window, I gasp at the gleam,

A flash of a moment,

Caught in between the villas lining white-sand shores.

Upon her broad blue black lies a blanket of living gold,

Ornamented with pink and crimson skies

And long streaks of silver clouds

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I appreciate any and all feedback ❤️

The cold rain has drenched me once again

As has my pain.

The torrent will subside, but the dull ache will remain inside,

As I remember how you loved the cursed rain.

In the steam off the sunburnt street rising into the air,

I see a vision of you wringing out your dripping hair, where the smell of the cold rain clung.

It reminds me of you when the damp scent fills my lungs

And each and every time,

my heart is stung.

Another edited piece from my messy project.

Wondering if this is good enough as final version...

Though admittedly I feel it's missing something.

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After the sun's brilliance begins to subside,

When the flaming pink and deep crimson leave the sky,

And blue becomes black, and the stars ignite,

Their shine reminds of the light in her eyes;

My sunshine.

Gone for a night that bled into day,

I woke and prayed,'Will Sunshine come again?'

I underestimate the dead weight of silence

Time and time again;

Grief, like paint can stain the soul

The dull ache penetrates, it lingers, just beyond the reach of my fingers.

Have I ever deserved her by my side?

Drunk on pride, half dead inside, while she simply breathed love,

Sweet Sunshine.

Beneath the stars that loom and judge,

I hang my head,

Years of long night and Sunshine isn't back yet

Dawn approaches as I process,

Memories and fantasies of what we were, and could still be,

If only...

The sun once again begins to show

Everything it softly touches, has a faded glow

But even so,

I wish to know...

Where did my Sunshine go?

I rewrote this so many times and I'm not sure if I'm comfortable leaving this as the final version so any feedback helps greatly. Thanks in advance!

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Mint flowers, small and delicate.

Spring from mint leaves, bright-green and deliberate.

Meticulously placed in a small glass vase

by your dark, loving hands,

that once caressed my face.

Their aroma; the scent of your ways,

full of spirit, kept in nature's loving gaze.

But now it has been too long,

the flowers miss your song.

The once-green leaves have turned to brown,

and have started to wilt.

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