Bleed

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Bleeding red
in between lines of blue;
the words I never spoke,
always written.

Sitting silent
spilling
intimate thoughts in cursive.

Keep my secrets close,
never share a word,
tell a soul; let me bleed.

Here with you.
Here in couplets and verses.

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Seasons

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Credit: AnnaMarieBone

Sway by the shore,
along the shoreline.
Watch the stars with me.

Weather the storm
in the blinded winter night.
Shiver close to me.

Grow among the
new, spring-red roses.
Bloom next to me.

Change your colors
in the crisp early evening.
Fall next to me.

Blue-Grey Iris

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Credit: Isaiah Stephens

If she only knew how beautiful she looks;
how her grey-blue eyes turn different shades
of blue as tears drip down her face.

As much as I want to help,
I can’t comfort her;
I’m selfish. I can’t stand to see
her eyes turn back into a normal shade of gray.

I need her to cry, so I can
write words about her from a distance;
personify her beauty at her darkest moment.

I love to watch her eyes
speak of emotion through color.
Damn, I love her when she cries.

 

Sway

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The way her off-white dress bottom dances
in a windstorm freezes my pass-by.

Both wind and her dress agree to hold hands.
They intertwine at different speeds,
exchange dips on the dance floor,
toss, turn, swirl around to the rhythm,
up until the wind passes on through;

the storm passes, sun peeks out, the next song resumes
her dress dances no more. My day goes back to ordinary.