Heartbeat

In your heartbeat,
I hear promises
and not false prophesies,
and that is where I will reside
till the rhythm stops and death claims my last breath.

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Floating Clouds by Poetyk Prynx

Love is so many things and more, a home, fortress, a tent, sometimes a treehouse calming laughter, comforting silence hugs, tears, spaces in between our fingers, a cup of water and remembering when to stop at one when you count from four, one for each letter of love. Love is intentional, consistent; a shape shifter…

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Love In Grey

is it not strange you can love them and struggle to love yourself? Them, them who are yet to know the sound of your tears on a pillow? Them, them who know not the feel of your heart when it smiles? Them, them who make promises you doubt they can keep but still you deliver…

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