What These Words Hold.

These are all I have.
When all else fails,
These are all I have.
Letters, words.
Punctuations, the curve of a comma tickles.
The perfectly constructed sentence excites.
That paragraph, so well stitched together,
Warms me up as though it was winter.
A letter, composed like a piece of music, bringing tears to my eyes.
Those stories, sandwiched inbetween those book covers,
My imagination patiently waiting to run wild.
These are all I have.
When all else fails, these words won't.

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GINGER

Sheltered beneath a hood.

Tucked away in a beanie.

She teases me with only a bit.

I want it to fall endlessly,

I want to see her deep in thought, finger wrapped between several strands.

I want to see her hard at work,

While she tucks it away behind her ear.

But she keeps it hidden.

Let it fall why don't you?

It's beautiful.

It's what I cherish the most about you,

But I don't think you know. 

I see you walking in through my mind,

Hair down to the bottom of your spine.

Shimmering in the midst if darkness, 

You bring the light.

Ginger

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Dreams Of A Happy Ending

On my knees, at your feet,
Shackles holding me down.
You stand above me, with no regard for me.
An emotional investment that reaps nothing but pain.
Across the bar from me,
She embraces the world around us,
She feeds of the attention of the men around her.
Can I blame them?
From the way her hair falls, to the imperfections she embodies.
Everything about her attracts and kills,
And my death is coming.
So I'll run, far away from her.
She wanted a happy ending but we didn't even get to start.

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