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.