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sulk

influences

on the red of

her lips, and

her cornflower

hair glowing,

an autumn moon

sulking by a

riverside bank

as pastel waves

kissed out the

drought of spring

and i remembered

how to forget…

bruised knuckles,

twisted hallways

filled with ghosts

that no one can chase

but her all alone,

and a room which

held my dark fears

but never let them out.

and left nothing but

silent discontent,

wrong phone calls,

her umber eyes under

the influence of tears

until they turned red

and drifted off into

a sleepless dream.

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Dry Spell

So it’s over? I didn’t realise
It’s so much colder, but it was no surprise
Did you ever get to know me?
‘Cause it has never been so plain to see
And when you say you won’t forget me
Well I can tell you that’s untrue…

~*~

Laughter, that’s all it was, plain and simple, but to me it was a taste of a thousand pink cloud summers spinning overhead the aegan firmament, all at once. Those sunshine glances melting dulcet like sugar cubes in freshly-brewed coffee and lingering softly in dusky southern winds, trailing a fragrant aroma of a verdant fruit orchard freshly blossoming in spring afternoons. Captivated ears perked up as clumsy legs tangled together in a giggling mess of auburn hair and sapphire glances, and the most quiescent sliver of blushing stardust glimmered above it all in enamoured amusement; our faraway symphonic orchestra humming about a foggy eventide streetlight dalliance, concealed under burning shadows on a shivering autumn gloom. Laughter, that’s all it was, elegant and intricate, tasting of an effulgent fireworks display of blueberry ice cream and bubblegum-stained candy floss and red velvet chocolate, all detonating and delicately fizzling out like an exquisite festival in my minty tongue. But the ephemeral seasons have come and gone like drizzling October rain, and that was my final winter’s chill. I don’t want to feel warm ever again.

~*~

And I’ve worn out all the reasons
To keep on knocking at your door
Could be the changing of the seasons
But I don’t love you anymore…

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★ it’s cold ☆

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

it’s cold.

i was never one for

summery days

yet i miss it when i

get one taste

i was never one for

springtime woes

yet i want showers

to chill my toes

i was never one for

autumn blues

yet i love the look

of foliage hues

i was always one for

winter snow

yet when you left

i realised it was too cold

i’m cold…

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

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First of April

Spring comes; bees pollinating blooming beds of dainty sweet flowers

Shamrock grass grows tall, animals play, and lovely rain showers

Diamonds gleaming radiant, sights and sounds of affection abound

Picnics, balloons, laughter, as the sun softly filtered through clouds

A beautiful day to be frolicking outside, the zephyr blew gentle and cool

But to her melancholic, heavy heart, it was all but a cruel April fools.

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