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Who can make her feel like the most beautiful girl in the room?
That's what he's proud of.
What deep pools of brown entice her everytime?
Only his eyes.
Whose every touch and hug forbid her from sleeping everynight?
he knows...who doesn't?
How can just one look from him make her knees go all woobly?
he uses it like an artform.
How could one, single, kiss, send her into a whirlwind of emotions, that no one understands?
He understands, he always does.
What kind of girl would give her heart blindly to such an extraordinary man, when she knows he is just out to break her heart?
I know...




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Ladyequine91 wrote:Who can make her feel like the most beautiful girl in the room?
That's what he's proud of.
What deep pools of brown entice her everytime?
Only his eyes.
Whose every touch and hug forbid her from sleeping everynight?
he knows...who doesn't?
How can just one look from him make her knees go all woobly?
he uses it like an artform.
How could one, single, kiss, send her into a whirlwind of emotions, that no one understands?
He understands, he always does.
What kind of girl would give her heart blindly to such an extraordinary man, when she knows he is just out to break her heart?
I know...


I liked it. And again, I liked your questioning ideas. Although I'd like to see some more of your poems that venture past the 'questioning'. :thumb:
Cuz I'm praying for rain and I'm praying for tidal waves.
I wanna see the ground give way. I wanna watch it all go down.




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I like it. Especiallly the ending was brilliant. Like Doubt said, the questioning is very nice.
Siempre, siempre: jardin de mi agonia,
tu cuerpo fugitivo para siempre,
la sangre de tus venas en mi boca,
tu boca ya sin luz para mi muerte.

-From 'Del amor imprevisto', Federico Garcia Lorca



here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows higher than the soul can home or mind can hide) and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)
— e.e. cummings