Syeeda

Deary Gypsy Queen
is it now that I must pay for my sins?
I trusted you and I loved you
and yet you still make be who I've been.
You run around screaming for change,
but you can't see yourself any clearer.
I promised this time it would be different,
and yet I still see you in the mirror.
I should have known how this felt
because you always make me late to feel
but I can never lie to him
you lie and wreck.
you suck the nectar from all flowers
and breathe kisses sweet
but loving a man my darling
will still be your biggest feat.

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Change

I don't know how we got here
But I remember the journey
your velvet hand of crimson
I never wished to be your lover
and now your ghost's smile
in the middle of winter
in the middle of june
I wonder do you ever see my face
when you look up at the moon?
But that was long ago,
and I used to cry for what I had
Now I don't even miss it,
not even a bit.

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I asked him once what he'd done with her
the girl in the looking glass
the one the sandstorms thundered over
but all he told me was gibberish and said
and said, one day I'd understand
I watched her closely, trying to watch her magic
trying to pick up on her mistakes, so that they'd
never be used against man again.
And then another came along and there was my chance
I put everything into a tin box and burried it under his bed
and when everything smelled like roses
it poured fire, and that box came back to me
broken.
Before I could fix it I tried to give it to another,
so fragmented no one could grasp it
and sin just leads to more sin
and when everything was said and done I sat there with my box
but wasn't sure if it belonged to me
anymore.

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Yours

You define the colors for which sunrise is so infamous.

Your curls are the helix’ of my genes,

Wrapping your way around my being.

Your eyes are the jewels I look at in windows,

Wondering if one day I’ll be lucky enough

To hold them as my own.

Those fingers, unlaced from mine,

Hold the answers to ancient mysteries,

Untying the knots of wrongdoing and regret.

Your laugh is too rare,

Unexpected on the breeze of a pastime,

Sprouting aromas of cinnamon and cut grass.

Yet, I am wary in my metaphors,

For in my description of you,

There is only a translucent reflection.

You do not belong to this world,

But instead sing to me

Of your capture of its perils,

Glossing my existence

With your surety of purpose,

And your hesitance to shine

In the spotlight of my adoration.

But I promise to light you with all the hues

I’ve gleamed from your smile,

Wow you with the melodies

I caught off your sighs,

And show you the reason

For my gapes and my stares.

Forgive me my gapes and stares,

But please listen to my testimony.

This is your poem.

CLR

Pizza

Sweetheart don't you know I'd go back to then?
A heartbeat away, a drunken kiss, warm covers.
I'd walk out the Charleston just to bring you home.
To bring me back to you, I'd re-write your broken smiles
If only it were for a while, I'd be everything you need.
To say I'm sorry is not enough, but my pockets have long been
full of sand, and my eyelids wet with your dry talk.
How can you turn Flash into The Thing?
We are irrational beings, and so are our feelings?
The Fantastic Four elements, they cannot bring us time...
I'm sorry,
I'm not finished,
I'm not broken,
I'm just a baby,
just fragile.

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