Flock Echo PassionThe gentle tone of your fingersFlock Echo Passion by RosaryOfSighsx
defly handling my thoughts.
You soften the regrets in my ribs
weaken the bones with love
pressed into my shoes.
You melt my marrow with murmurs
lazily spent in the mornings
rested on the sighs of your breath.
swallow my heartbeats
to keep them warm
and in tune with yours.
You unlock and rob my tongue of words
like a piano with too many keys
spilling its lullabies onto the floor
softly turning the locks of my mind
with the music in you
if I would only stop to listen.
Sweetness - Draft One /As I tried to get my clause into our relationship,Sweetness - Draft One / by BloodshotInk
He filtered through my papers, ardently seeking -
I caught him, with Spring in his step, chewing.
Chewing it over, mulling whine and rhyme together.
"..." "," "!" -
A stream of punctuation spluttered from his mouth
Remenants of long masticated written confessions;
He wanted to absorb me, ripping snippets of my mind
From the confines of their parchmented cages.
I swallowed and he digested, I digress - -
He stole a moment of my memories - painted vermillion
and sucked it clean, picking my emotions from his teeth
and letting the heady scent of my anguish fill him
Filled, flooded and overdosed on saccharine sadness.
Somehow, I was honoured, to be worthy, to be wanted.
Stripped bare he twisted, choked and sucked it all up,
Every broken and desperate moment, he craved it -
and soon his eyes filled with my own long lost tears.
Through their glassy sheen he saw through my eyes
saw through me, and spat the angry taste of my though
The Secret City LoversThe Secret City LoversThe Secret City Lovers by RosaryOfSighsx
Under the softly dying autumn wings
April leaves fell like tears
the gentle treads of rain bruise
tempering the sky
Crushed pink light fled across the ground
falling on damp cigarettes
echoing their shadows without sound
the press of lips inhaling smoke regrets.
The hushed city sleeps restless
harbouring its lonely heart strings
quiet ghosts of distress
trembling to confess
their melancholy whispered things
unwrapping secrets to the ears of kings.
Passersby stuff their moth-eaten coats with grief
filling their warm pockets with blue gloom
hoping furtively for a light-fingered thief
to deftly lift those woes from their cotton womb.
Skeletons weighing solemnly on sunken chests
soliloquies of bone hanging in the atmosphere
pressed against each white and hollow breast
with no tender listener to remove with a caress
if strangers were to only stop and overhear
each loving cry and soft repose, all secrets would fade and slowly disappear.
But in this friendless city, lon
To lose YouWe met in a time before memoryTo lose You by BerylAlexandros
Now you've gone through a gate with a lock, but no key
And I grasp at the moments that I can't recall
And I hate that my love couldn't help you at all
There was no choice to be your friend
It was meant to be, not meant to end
And I never meant to find a way
To miss you more with every day
And though I understand about life and its flaws
There's a hunger called "why" in my gut, and it gnaws
Finding Warmthsoft fingerprints, theFinding Warmth by RosaryOfSighsx
leaves of frost in my chest
I exhale snowflakes
hail fills my lungs
tears of sleet and rain form
while white winter snows
dusts my tongue
the headlights catch the shadows
under my eyes,
the hollows between my lips
the dark wine melts
the bruises of my ribs
like frost in a winter sea hush
hope flutters in my chest
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