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Shallow..I was misled by dark shades in the river's dark appearance.
And even as my hand reached in it offered me no clearance..
The river flowed so gracefully that I couldn't resist its charm...
The curves,lining and infant waves denied the hint of harm....
So as my soul stripped garments off to sacrifice me bare.....
I realized during my rapid fall what has always been there......
This metaphoric river I use in place of you.......
That promised me such depth resulted so untrue........
Shallow as a damn puddle on a rainy day at noon.........
I hurt myself serverly diving into you so soon...........
Just ONE more night.If I had just one night/To have you within reach
To surround my reluctant soul/With the warmth I've beseeched
To run my fingers thoroughly/Through that silky hair I miss
Then brush them softly over the lips/I've craved so long to kiss
To interlock your sturdy legs/Around my knees and shins
To just blur out where you would end/And where I would begin
If I had just one night/To hold you restlessly
To marinate each part of you/With every drop of me
To feel you breathing on my neck/Then down my collarbone
Let me have that one night/To pretend I'm not alone
And satisfy this aching need/To love you like before
Yet if I had that one night/I'd want so many more....
Blue Eyes in FlamesWhen the prince sees the flower bloom from the palm of her hand, he orders her arrest.
She is only seven years old.
He takes the flower from her and keeps it, even though he knows he shouldn't. He puts it a vase, or, rather, his servant does that for him. The flower doesn't ever die, even years later.
It's dawn of a December morning, and he's cold. But still, he stands next to his father dutifully and looks at the little girl with blue eyes that are now black from seven nights sleeping on a cold, dungeon floor behind bars. They cut off her dark brown hair during that time. She's tied to the pyre, and there are seven guards around her, holding sharper swords than normal, not that she could get away. There's one man dressed in black holding an unlit torch, with a mask over his face to prevent his death. His father raises his arm, and the torch is lit.
She locks her gaze to his, and he blinks at her. It's like she expects him to prevent it. He couldn't, though, he can't. She scares him, w
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