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Have you felt a feeling so resounding as if your worries dissovle into dust and you exhale and allow yourself to become part of the wind?
~ by Debi Lyn Tuesday, August 17, 2021
I love to sit with you nearby; doing so can make me cry.
- Happy tears just to know you enjoy my company so.
your golden-brown skin is warm and inviting.
on the outside i stay cool and collected --
freezing my feelings so i'll never crack.
but on the inside,
Such wonder and bliss it is to see young love bud and to strive from that first kiss.
Where one plus one equate to anon and from this where all future hopes are shone.
How strange
That hands so gentle could touch with such fury
And damage so intensely.
How strange
That hands so rough could touch the hearts of so many
SO tenderly.
How strange
I've always loved the color red
It can be so intense
How one simple color can mean so many things
I've fucked with red as my lingerie
That was a good night
I've painted my nails red
The thoughts that hide within the back of the mind
The words we think but not say
Of the people not heard when they speak
An empath
Just a ProSonderer
Nothing more
But quick to learn
every human’s soul
will be instinctively felt
just as the breeze flows
Never have I thought how I wanted to be loved.
I have tested my language
Only to find my excuse when people call me “slut”
Because, actually, I just prefer physical touch.
And now it is too late to ask
I remember every day that we would spend together. I let it get the best of me cause I can still feel your hands hold mine when you were scared. The tone of your voice when you'd cry on the phone. Your swelled eyes when you'd stare at me.
I locked the door behind me
And as I sat on the toilet seat
I looked down at my feet
Red, from the lack of heat
I began remisicing on memories
Bur it wasn't long until I was done
as I lay Prints,
forward; the distance
as I drift,
lone wolf,
Eyes flowing with invitations and implications
Slightly parted lips begging to be met by more
A pulse beating a rapid rhythm so rowdy it's almost audible
Orbs soft and malleable
Made for manipulation