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How Do You Know

These questions are not new to me or you.

How do you know when the senses lie  And the heart deceives?  It is only a mere smile thrown in your direction,  A manipulation of phrases  Already heard  That quickens your pulse.  And yet,  His name dances off your lips. What words are not spoken when e...

Written by StillUndecided - For display by Lushstories ONLYThings started quickly,We jumped in real fast,People thought me thick-ly,Said it wouldn't last...I refused to listen,Didn't want to let them in,Couldn't make their mission,To make me give in and s...

Lover Gone

My lover is gone. I know not why. Left without saying bye-bye

Here I sit broken hearted.My love has leftMy heart and soul are parted.She took it with her.I miss those lipsThat met at the mound of fur.I want those full soft lips.I need the smile of her face.I loved the thrust of her hips.She had me by my manhood.Her...

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Today I Cried

While mowing my yard ... Today I Cried ... thinking of you.

TODAY, I CRIED… … Over a love that once was alive and then died.… Over hurtful things in our lives.… Over mistakes made that cannot be denied.… Over ‘heart’ decisions that don’t come easy.… Over the open cage that once held captive your soul in my heart.…...

All There Will Ever Be

What the night brings me before the dawn brings me reality.

This poem only available on Lush StoriesThe night air sings across my tingling skin;These sensations of you and your presenceHum an anthem of excitement into indigo velvet,Studding the moonrise with the joyous glimmersOf your eternal eyes.I see them gleam...

Wanting

An expression of loss

  I sit here wanting words when what I really want is you-- not the sound of syllables, or the right ring of rhymes, or the cleverness of making metaphors that bounce off the imagination. Poetry is what cannot be stuffed into words. It’s buried underneath...

I made myself a box, Somewhere to put things likeUnwanted memories and painful thoughts.Memories of tears and betrayal,Thoughts of "what if's" and "maybe's".I fought so hard to capture them all,It took so much time and effort.They were slippery and didn't...

Good bye My Friend

The loss of a friend never goes away...

Good bye my friend, lay down to restYou served your time, you did your best.You gave us laughter, you gave us tearsYou gave us memories to last our years.You took the time to love and careFor many others, yet didn't dareTo turn your back on a friend in ne...