Untitled/ A bunch of Randomness

A Candle.
A wire covered in dripping candle wax,
That had connected to an yellowing lamp.
Where the old lady sat,
Watching her telaphone.
Intently.
A firm death,
Wrapped in rose petals,
That had a stolen kiss tucked inside it.
Where a younger version would have laughed a smiled,
And peppermint would mean someone special.
 
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It's the cat

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    Pebble

    I want to build you a castle, even though I can barely use a screw driver.
    I want to write you a song, one that would make you think of me on a whole new level,
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  • Poetry

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    Promise, Someday

    Someday.
    Someday we will hug and kiss like its no big deal,
    Wrap our arms around each other and walk down the street.
    Someday I’ll have a special name, that only you call me,
    Something that makes me smile,

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  • Poetry

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    Always something

    It's always got to be something.
    That one thing that takes the wind out from under your wings making you tremble,
    and fall.
    And it's always the something you generally expect,
    But hoped wouldn't happen.

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