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This is He

He.

Far from human, darling.

When can I fucking stop?

I hate him. Almost.

Sunsets and sea breeze
I love the way he smiles -
Boy-man and crooked -
It hurts to look at him,
Beauty,
And I'm a masochist.

I wish he'd touch me like he had touched them
I wish he'd kiss me
And give me
A taste of bourbon
Amaretto
(I do not know)
Or just the taste of him.

When cheeks flush
And skin warms
Will he know that he
Is my wish
For a nightly visitor?

Once the sky is darker and the air colder
Will he know that I wish I were his fire?

But the day ends,
And the last period was penned.
He'd go back to the songs he had written -
Away from my mind
Away from reality's confines.

Because he is a man
Of fiction -
A fictional man.

Just a boy who makes me blush -
And where I am a lady his eyes are my emeralds
Where I am me his eyes are the forest -
Green and lush -
Out of a girl's dream
To get lost in.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yqYTSbI2Xe4

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b6UAYGxiRwU

Written by thepositivelydark

Published 25th Sep 2016

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Re. This is He

Duende

26th Sep 2016 5:47am

Love this one, TPD!

So dreamy and full of longing...
You're So Vain > love that song!

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thepositivelydark

30th Sep 2016 11:02am

Thank you, as always, Duende. :) Tough times now in tpd-land, and I appreciate your words. Singing with Carly feels nice, though, haha. Sing with us! XD