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Aliya Backstrom Poem
Madness, chaotic.
Screams of wonderment, enchantment, fill the air, like smog.
Women, with long hair, long dresses, long legs, long lives ahead of them,
dance endlessly, around and around and around and around.
Men, sneering and preying and lurching on these long women, ready to hold them captive with dreams of desire.
Children, leaping and cheering and discovering what adults do,
why are they doing that? should we be doing that?
Air swirling, excitement sways from one side to the other.
God must be ignoring this, or the Devil is in control,
possibly both.
Whatever it may be, it is beauty in its most
pure form.
Copyright © Aliya Backstrom | Year Posted 2017
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Aliya Backstrom Poem
When I envision you, all I see is my
future.
Alignment within our recesses of the heart prove that you are
mine.
You, with your existence, your beauty, your intelligence, it truly is
unreasonable how much I care for
you.
Let us sail through the land of concealed secrecy, where our love will not be
judged, critiqued, or even mentioned on the lips of others.
Only wanted, in the mind.
Only desired, in the heart.
Let us become the legend of the love that dare not speak its
name.
History will remember us as
The Lovers.
It was so out of reach for the others that weren't
you
and weren't
me.
Copyright © Aliya Backstrom | Year Posted 2017
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