Let me lay in the forest of your mind and let me wake to the beating of wings in the garden of your heart.
MONA-LISE
Poetry is not a cure for sadness but it makes the pain bearable.
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Let me lay in the forest of your mind and let me wake to the beating of wings in the garden of your heart.
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Her poetry – a sweet symphony of madness.
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Brave soul, you will survive it all.
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I’m laying bare still untouched by the hands I crave completely taken by words.
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And then I understood you were never my rescue yet always my escape.
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Can’t you see you’re toxic to me there’s no affection just obsession?
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The art of harvesting pain – poetry.
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I cannot tell if it is a blessing from an old god or lovely dark art only that he holds my heart.
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There are parts of me that beg him to devour all of me.
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He may never slay a dragon but he will grow old with you begging for death to leave you alone.
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With him, the tides the moon, and life itself lost their spell over her.
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And you broke me in all the ways I loved you.
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I feel too much and I fall in love with words – poet.
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She’s a daughter of the healers in Salem and even tho her wings are scorched she still chooses to do good.
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And they wrapped her in darkness until she became it – Lilith.
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I just want to lay in your arms dressed in nothing but love and moonlight.
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