He saw the rust on the razor
as a metaphor of an aging life
untouched and unloved.
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Category: Love
raindrops
he hoped the lonely tears that fell down his cheeks
were like the raindrops that fall down from the sky …
for only a little while.
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wasted
the pile of faded out t-shirts
that sit silent in the corner of an empty room
still have the scented memories
of his wasted kisses, lost loves,
and the absent knowing
of how to feel something for someone.
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unlove
falling short
i start again,
go my own way
and unlove your love.
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sonnet
in a violent beam,
the absence love
burned a deafending sonnet
into his soul.
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souvenirs
beautifully unfinished,
we hang up the shimmering night stars
like souvenirs of our years.
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built
feeling he was built for blame
and not constructed to fit into the arms of love,
he didn’t know how
to fix what was broken inside.
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understand
while counting the cracks and flaws
in the concrete wall he built,
he tried to understand love.
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leaves
while listening to the rain
tapping on the leaves
you let it all pour out
and cried on me.
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God
the gentle hand of God
that guides the leaves that float
around promising paper lanterns,
also lifts the wings
of those that fly from darkened days.
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Unfinished Souls 