I see between the sheets.
Silhouettes of you and me.
A fine line for eyes to see.
Of movements only you and I can breathe.
We don’t even need these sheets.
The night air is safe to see.
As our bodies cling between.
And memories are made with me.
-OM
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Terror me.
come terror me.
terror me some more.
My night terror, you can’t dispel her, a memory I once bore.
A night terror.
Another terror.
Did I ask for more?
Not a night mare, just full of scare, these take their toll.
-OM
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I’m looking for something to reblog this week. I’ll scroll through what people leave behind.
-OM
@smokendust
I sat upon the edge of tomorrow,
and dangled my legs into the future.
Swinging my feet into tomorrow,
I looked for some inspiration to borrow.
For something worth seeing to see.
Some inspiration left inside of me.
A sign of what the future brings.
A sign of what today really means.
-OM
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Color me by number. Categorizing how I feel.
Shade in my personality with your interpretation of what I mean. Italics by a frown. Question marks by my smiles.
Color me in until I am free. Until there are no more numbers in me.
-Opinionated Man
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I figured out what rain was when I walked beneath your cloud. I walked around and saw droplets falling without a single sound. I knew I had found your sadness when tears washed upon my eyes. They felt like my tears feel when I cry sometimes. That’s when I realized we were crying as one. It wasn’t rain at all I felt, I was standing under the sun.
-OM
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