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Moussa Reslan Poem
These feelings for you I just want to bury
right beneath the caress of those cherry
scented kisses which captivate and carry
my mind to the finest places
laced with heavenly graces
where people have no traces
of our moments, of you and I
from now, from today until we die
when you smile and when you cry
be there for the two
giving my all to you
painting the grey sky blue
Pleased with us must be the weather
Since the sun shines when we're together
My sweet love, the sun will shine forever
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Even if you're hanging on by a string
and you feel you can't overcome the hurt
Remain like the flower in the spring
Beautifully content despite living in the dirt
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With broken wings like bullet struck birds,
She delivered to him these final words.
~Freeing Her Tangled Soul~ A poem by me.
Your dangerous gazes of serenity which
served my aching eyes as primary sources
of remedy now transformed my mystic
pupils into microscopically shattered
particles of hazardous glass and ageless
grazes, scars carved and crafted artistically
with your sharp perfidious razors.
Feelings which filled and fanned my
frowning heart with cool forest-berry like
breezes now buried beneath uncontainable
blood boiled streams silently yet violently
imploding through my fragile veins like
detonated vibrational waves as volcanic
tears erupt from the deepest and darkest
valleys behind my retinas. Spilling
enchantingly beautiful rivers of fiery lava
which patiently erode the glittery sparkle
as they ooze and simmer across the surface of
my flowery cheeks pasting historic
memories of venomous broken promises
where my story will now lie, stripped from
its fabricated disguise...there in its
complete truth. A pure soul once tangled
up in the ropes of your deceitful eyes.
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Like an autumn tree when it farewells its leaves
Over a loved ones goodbye the heart grieves
The difference is... leaves return in the spring
But a loved ones soul dosn't return once it leaves
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You're the ocean and the tides
Swaying me from side to side
You knew I couldnt swim
But you took me for a ride
With the craziness of your waves
Now Im drowning and smiling
I dont want to be saved
Its a feeling i cant describe
But i cry and die a little inside
With your every touch
Im a captive my hands are tied
To the craziness of your waves
Now im drowning and smiling
Please I dont want to be saved
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My dear our days are young
like songs of new still unsung
like adventures of a bee
moments before it has stung
Our days are young
In our days the sounds continue to ring
voices of the youth as they play and sing
their distant echoing chants
composing for us anthems of the spring
Our days are far from strung
My dear our days are young
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