The muse unaware Why I write  The subject suggestive With what words I type. Holding back often In the tales told No point in revealing  Or assuming a hold. Letting go as needed More turning away Neglecting facts Watching what to say. But the words are read When I choose to share No reply ever …

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Take Me

Make love to me Like you've waited years... Release me Like happy tears. Break me Then put me back right Tell me This is more than just one night. Touch me As though lust is love Kiss me Like I am all you think of. Map this So there is no end Then stay And …

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Darkness Awaits 

Darkened room Absorbing light Lethargic limbs Losing fight. Slowly walls Closing in Without anything  Pushing them. Heavy eyes Wasted breath No control  Daily death. Goals hidden Right and wrong Forgetting points Depressing songs. Happiness fades Hope cries Trials mount  Chance's demise. Nature's corpse And simple breath All things break Life forgets.