#abstractpoems

Sing me a song as the cold breeze blows

I will hold you tight even if you grow cold

Gold would pale to the value you brought

Here I'll remember all that you taught

.

In the ashes scattered beneath this river

In the stars that you left for me to remember

I would have-- in a heartbeat-- go with you

Even if my heart would argue

.

Leaving me in a world where memories may fade

I'll do anything to keep the treasures you gave

Small they may be, yet priceless are they

I'll pass them on when I shan't see the next day

.

Given the chance, I would always choose you

Even if at that moment my heart wouldn't do

I would have chose your happiness instead of mine

Yet you already chose mine ahead of time

.

So I can only look up at the stars above

And remember you for all your love

I'll smile at the night for I always know

And I wait for your song as the cold breeze blows

-Ch. D.

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love arrives, love fleets

we are vanishing, vanishing...

enchanted winds drifting off to sea

our love's erasing... you and me

we are vanishing, vanishing...

my long awaited love, my hero

disappearing, disappearing

until we're... equal to zero

we are vanishing, vanishing...

strands in the winds

soon... no longer existing

we're passing out of sight

out of existence

love mysteriously becomes invisible

you and I... we're disappearing

we are vanishing, vanishing...

dissipating, disintegrating

our love is leaving, leaving, fleeting

we are vanishing... vanishing...

stomach-acid tears

evaporate in the

winds of my

triumph, this

mass exodus of

negativity is

marked by

graves etched in

lyrics and

poetry

reaching

warm, i am warm i’ve got teeth taught to bite than bleed but i am remembering to forget because the toes knows and they are curling into the soul of each foot possibility is possible radio mouthed memoirs of me i am frequently on your frequency this does not happen to me frequently static stun sun burn past the gunky sunscreen slick on your pretty complexion beach towels for skin this girl, she’s got so many words in her eyes, golden sun licked girl, she’s got fruit blood dripping and dipping deeper than the glaze on her eyelids that are buzzing with bees that trickle down to her knee sweet as honey this girl is i speak too much, too soon and so people fill me up with smoke and stories joints-smoking-to-ash for fingers artist eyes newspaper pasted on their skin they seek shelter in me but i want you.