with a kiss

dissed

and dismissed

with a kiss

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painful and pure

what makes it so painful

and pure

is that,

far beyond the landscape

it truly is love

arrangement

the arrangement of your words

are like the elements of a drug

they make me high

they make me low

pain

whence cometh this pain
wrapped in the stillness
of surging emotion;
a heavy silence
that lingers forever

dangerous words

pilfer your soul

for words

to intrigue whims

and games of love

they are exquisite

covered in his ghost’s pale blood

 

but, you are his ghost

his untouchable

 

so the blood is yours

or at least shared

from the penetration

of dangerous words

 

yet, it’s quiet simple

he is yours

but you

will never be his

 

thus, the never ending danger

of words

defeated

in war

in battle

in love

by the words

and sheer genius

of her

 

i bow

humbly

and bleed

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my words

my words are empty

shells with no emotion

each a little prison

with no message