If love were leaves,
what color are its shade?
red like blood?
or clear like tears?
from brutality love springs
yet “soft” like tender,
“heaven”
like forever
are words
to describe its sensation
cruel like deadly,
fire like suffering
are images
that better explain its reality.
Love is, until it isn’t.
Love lives — here, there, anywhere,
then love moves away,
changing…

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Rock the boat,
from side to side,
you have yours,
I have mine.

Your actions,
you push to me,
through the tunnel,
of your insecurities.

I rock the boat,
back to you,
giving you action,
through the doorway of my fears.

When you’re without worries,
feeling too comfortable,
I pull back,
giving…

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sing me a song, make me light
show me art, gift me sight
hold my hand, walk me slow
kiss my lips, make me glow
of all the days
tough
barely describes such a day
of all the pains
hurt
barely captures all this weight
so
sing me a song, show me joy
make me art, draw me close
kiss…

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