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Love Is Simple

Love is a warm soup In repeated loop A hot tea left for you at the table  When you are rushing Through the morning fable Love is when you are  So eager to meet That you don't mind Getting all wet in the rain Or a splash of mud That stays on your dress like an annoying stain Love is when even Though you cannot see You just can feel What's happening Love is a drop of sweat A lengthy duet A nice outfit that Was sewed to fit in  No matter the shape or size  Love is a song  That takes you back To where it all began Or where the massacre ended Love is a touch That says so much Love is a fetch That runs alongside Love is a nest Of nurture and share The constant urge for you to prepare Love is a silent long walk With your grandfather While he keeps doing things at a pace And somehow passes you their trace With his silent gaze  Love is a conversation With your father Who narrates you a story From their closet filled with memories Love is a kiss on your forehead While you sleep Love is t


If you may..
As I say.
Lying under the pile of hay..
Hiding from the wrath of a sunny day.
For there are promises to pay.
For there was heaviness in your may.
For a wanderer can loose his way.
For all I know is loneliness is the actual prey.
For an irreversible wait can delay..
Chaotic stains are kept just for display
Hands stretched out..
Until they give out a nervous prick.
Wounds left open.
Until they ease on their fatal stink.
This stay was never meant..
To follow the broken.
Good thing..
You never did stay.
As what’s left out..
Now is some ashes of your last smoke..
In this pale looking ashtray.


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