The end
was
that tug-of-war
need
in the rush
of
off-limits
and actionable offenses,
our favorite interaction,
a tizzy
of exuberance,
a textbook case
of juvenile
helplessness.

by

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In religion of love
You were baptized
By my holiest
My own blood

And I was baptized
By my purest
My own tears
My eye's flood







📸 Justin Photography

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She's an old soul
Genuine and vintage
Plays me easy like piano keys
A semi-meloncholy image
As the world carried us on her shoulders
We could have built an empire
Molded entirely out of
Dreams, dust, and our desire

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Living life
From box to box.

March 27th, 2020
prompt:

Share. Retweet. Break free.


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Meet me in my meloncholy mind
Where the moon doesn't sleep
And the sun never shines
Can't you keep me company
My misery's so lonely
Oh won't you meet me
In my meloncholy mind



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Oh the cravings! That voracious need that can never be satisfied.

✌🏼❤🙏🏼

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How unfair it feels
To be led on
You can't just change your mind like that
We both deserve better
Your so cool Its true
A heart of ice
I never really knew
Until you turned on me

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Dear poets and readers. Issue 3 is going to take shape gradually and carefully - with many beautiful poems of Balance to look forward to in May. In the meantime, take good care of yourselves and others. Sending love.

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Celebrating 🎉🎁🎊 our newest poet set to be published in the Summer issue coming July 31: JOHN GREY. His poem, "The Wolf Confesses" shines light on werewolves.

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Light peeks through the blinds like a reminder of lost things.
But I haven’t left this room in days.
The sun has forgotten my skin.

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