Notice of absence from AllTheRandomThings
If.I'm.Not.Here/I'm.There...As.The.Wind.Blows.So.Does.
The.Unheard.Memories.Of.What.We.Could.Of.Shared.
If.I.Were.Present.
If.I'm.Not.Here/I'm.There...As.The.Wind.Blows.So.Does.
The.Unheard.Memories.Of.What.We.Could.Of.Shared.
If.I.Were.Present.
Love is a red dead kiss,
A hidden vibe that was locked into
The abyss.
Where lust became love but without Trust,
It cease to exist..
Some men are afraid of being cuffed,
So they let the metal rust,
This is how ones heart is burdened
To boil and combust...
WHY do we invest our feelings in
momentary pleasures?
Is it to see how much ones love can
Truly measure?
Or who can hold their breathe the longest
to obtain what we truly treasure?
What do our motives paint to transcribe our
souls Picasso?
Oh..Love..
I've buried you deep
To watch earth
Nurture you,
Into its own heart filled fossil.
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Author:
AllTheRandomThings (Pseudonym) (
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