If you really miss me …

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If you really miss me …

Are you really here or this is only
the leftovers of someone’s loneliness,
dazzles between a heart’s fire and a logic’s ice?
If I miss you, can I draw the shape of your face,
can I turn the despair into scented lights?

Did I hear you whisper or this is just
the sounds of darkness scraping the dust,
the shadows on my curtainless windows?
If I want you, can I taste your lips or
should I ignore the essence of lust?

And if you miss me, if you really miss me,
will you stare at the sky and its shooting stars,
will you search for passion in this stormy weather
and hope that our last kiss is the one to bring
the wind and the rain in your dreams?

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Inspired by “If you want me” – Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova

To my silent muse …

“And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o’er silent seas again.”
Thomas Moore

“Rain of feelings” by Homy on DeviantArt

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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Stubborn

 Stubborn

the morning disappears
in the sunny glitter
we drew with lips last summer
long gone, but not faraway
the memory of you breathes
the winds of the meadows
we painted with trembling fingers

i welcome the new day
with the taste of lonely coffee
squeezing blue, water lilies
indicating that I’ve lost you
in the whispers of a desert shore
and i throw in imaginary, icy lake
every fantasy leading to you

i repeat the smiles, again and again
i guard the mirrors of my mind
but my heart, doesn’t want to understand
my heart, doesn’t want to love again
my heart, only agrees to beat for
your heart and it will not let me survive
no, it will not let me survive alone

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Inspired by  “My hands” – Leona Lewis

Dedicated …

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“Paper heart” by naduss on DeviantArt

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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To Brian

“Whether we see each other next week or next month … never again. It doesn’t matter, it’s only time …”

~Brian Kinney

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Elusion

I lost them.
The words. The emotions.
There is only the rage of
not speaking, not feeling.

I lost them.
The sparkles. The raindrops.
There is only heartache from
the steel lamp posts.

I lost them.
The golden gardenia. The glow.
There are only memories
from avenue “Rayless truth”.

I lost him.
In the night. Forever.
There is only the time to
remind me of him and it hurts.

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Brian Kinney by FullHeartedDreamer on DeviantArt

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A note to summer boyDon’t ever do that to me again!!! I mean it!!!

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© 2011  Broken Sparkles

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