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Everything Is Beautiful
Everything is beautiful.Even the letters you wrote for her.Those were your best works—the most romantic of words in all the world.
Even the sigh coming from you while you watch her sleep—it was really sweet;and it sure cuts me deep.
Even the way you coldly kissed me goodbye when you told me,“I can never learn to love you again—even if I try.”“But you are beautiful.”
And even the cracks on this wood, reminiscent of the cuts on my wrists,holding the earth from falling on my eyes.
My eyes—-they will never open again.
But everything is beautiful.

Everything Is Beautiful

Everything is beautiful.
Even the letters you wrote for her.
Those were your best works—the most romantic of words in all the world.

Even the sigh coming from you while you watch her sleep—
it was really sweet;
and it sure cuts me deep.

Even the way you coldly kissed me goodbye when you told me,
“I can never learn to love you again—
even if I try.”
“But you are beautiful.”

And even the cracks on this wood,
reminiscent of the cuts on my wrists,
holding the earth from falling on my eyes.

My eyes—-they will never open again.

But everything is beautiful.

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Emerald Skies

Smoke filled kisses in a darkened room
blasts of confetti filling the skies, littered floors
cups half filled with liquid courage
to inhibit the senses, excite your brain.
Bite my lips so hard I bleed, bleed glitter
stars in your eyes, so prominent.
Fast sighs, robotic touch, mind, and soul.
Oh kiss me with your eyes, savor my every breath,
be my Novocain for the night, lead me to oblivion.
For quiet minds are galaxies, and curious stares are infinite.
Emerald Skies

Smoke filled kisses in a darkened room

blasts of confetti filling the skies, littered floors

cups half filled with liquid courage

to inhibit the senses, excite your brain.

Bite my lips so hard I bleed, bleed glitter

stars in your eyes, so prominent.

Fast sighs, robotic touch, mind, and soul.

Oh kiss me with your eyes, savor my every breath,

be my Novocain for the night, lead me to oblivion.

For quiet minds are galaxies, and curious stares are infinite.

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i can’t tell you muchi can’t tell you why your father laughsand sometimes your mother criesand i can’t pretend i could writea how to on touching you or on how to make you feel alive but i don’t think i’ve ever seen a sunriselike the way you look at me someone once told me the most consecutive eskimo kisses maxes at fiftyi can’t tell you much but i could swear you surpassed fifty oneand i know you speak more languagesthan i could ever dream of but i know that something has to be saidfor the way the tips of your fingerspush at every nerve in my body and i can’t tell you much but i swear that your fingerprintshave been telling me that i’m home
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i can’t tell you much
i can’t tell you why your father laughs
and sometimes your mother cries
and i can’t pretend i could write
a how to on touching you 
or on how to make you feel alive 
but i don’t think i’ve ever seen a sunrise
like the way you look at me 
someone once told me 
the most consecutive eskimo kisses maxes at fifty
i can’t tell you much 
but i could swear you surpassed fifty one
and i know you speak more languages
than i could ever dream of 
but i know that something has to be said
for the way the tips of your fingers
push at every nerve in my body 
and i can’t tell you much 
but i swear that your fingerprints
have been telling me that i’m home

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