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I left my heart in the desert
I left my heart under the sun
I believed it was time to move on
I was ready for a new chapter
I was ready for a fresh start
And all that was holding me back was my heart
Well my heart followed me home
The desert night was too cold
And now my heart has a story it wishes to be told
You don't have to change who you are to finally move on
You just have to start fighting for what you believe in
And enjoy who you are so that you can be happy once again
I left my heart under the sun
I believed it was time to move on
I was ready for a new chapter
I was ready for a fresh start
And all that was holding me back was my heart
Well my heart followed me home
The desert night was too cold
And now my heart has a story it wishes to be told
You don't have to change who you are to finally move on
You just have to start fighting for what you believe in
And enjoy who you are so that you can be happy once again
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Can I come in?
Just a passerby trying to say say "Hi."
Don't mean trouble and make feelings bubble.
I've known interests aren't mutual nor could be.
Though it's no reason not love freely.
It's none of my buisness, I know
But I wanna know
I need to know how to preserve the flow.
No harsh feelings if you push away.
It's normal.
Natural I know.
But please let me help.
I'm sorry I cannot help myself.
I want in.
I want to be yours.
Nothing more than friend closer than most.
Close up against me.
A lust for your feelings.
Blinding warmth of the heart hidden in rough brushes burned through and through which all others worry.
Surely you see through me.
May
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consecrate
authenticity an arsenic
in morning coffee, in the smiles
pressed like ironed laundry,
because I feel like one wrong breath,
one wrong kiss between glossed lips and soft jaws
and I will be nailed to a cross
deception a shame rising like steam,
where teeth grind against each other
like clockwork gears, tick tick ticking
while the tongue kisses the roof of its cathedral
like a prayer to gods yet to be named
because her face is a mosaic window
shining the sin out of love
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Breath Like Seawater
Your breath, like seawater frothing out, salty, sweet.
Gentle exhale, I hear waves on the beach
inhale, wind through the trees
dropping slowly, languidly
softly stopping
exploding
gone.
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So I drove across five states in three days then drove back in three days. It was absolutely mentally and physically exhausting. In that week I learned a lot about myself. I learned a lot about people. I drove from Louisiana to California and back to prove someone I cared about that weren't alone. In the end, I only got hurt and a part of me changed. Luckily it wasn't for the worst. I didn't know how to move on, but I finally did, and I think I can be happy without that person.
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It's good to know that you've moved on. It's never easy dealing with such pain, but it can make us stronger people in the end. 