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KleptoCorpse

Published: Aug 27, 2011

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When I see you
my heart pounds
like rain in
a typhoon,
When we touch
you make me howl
like a wolf at a full moon.
You're the breeze
that scooped me up
and swept me off my feet,
My love for you
is like the ocean
it goes down
so deep.
When we talk
i lose my words
my mouth turns
parched and dry
like ashes mixed with
specs of sand
that fall from
desert skies.
You pulled me in
and kept me
like shells pulled
by the undertoe,
your eyes twinkle more
than every star in the universe
with their
mesmerizing glow.
When we met
you picked me up
off of the ground
like a hurricane
you dropped me and i fell for you
like snow falls
on winter days.
You're a 10 on the richter scale
my personal earthquake
because when im around you
my whole body starts to shake.
You're my end, my sunset
i'll miss you much tonight
i'll wait for you to rise at dawn
just to bask in your sunlight.

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a poem.
its not about anyone because i've never met anyone who actually made me feel this way before.
i just uhm...have this perfect soulmate made up in my head...
its about them.

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