Lita Tiara

— a poem of potpourris.

Went on and on and so forth the morning after

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As the hours blurred into days and so on into months,
I rest my awfully crowded head and wish for the day
where our warmths would once again collide
as I gently brush aside my sight and call it a night.

I’ll have the sun again tomorrow; a new dawn
only to pollute them with my longing of the day
where I could finally show all the things I went through
simply to get to you.

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— a poem of potpourris.

Where no one thought I’d be, including you.

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I promise you’ll find me near when you crave me,
Swear I’m too close to miss.
I’m all yours, and I never was
I’m the new lover, the death to your existence
The unanswered calls; the vagueness of it all
I’m both the remedy and the quick fix.
The light you never let out, the doors you left unshut
The road you left untravelled, the heat that comforts
The never-ending night, the hours passing by
The her you’d love to have but never care again
I’m with you through everything; nothing, and all at once

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— a poem by potpourris.

Until hell itself freezes over.

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Each wave of restlessness that crashes ashore
And the ever-unwinding road,
Each leaf that falls from the withering sycamore
and dreams so surreal it left me gasping for more,
all of them made me realize
this whole time, on every step I took
I thought of only you and never stopped.

Now playing:

Blanco White — Sol

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— a poem by potpourris.

The only safe place for us to meet.

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I see myself lost in your structure, falling
deep and deeper into a strange-like haven
my universe hangs in the balance, as I’m
forever swallowed by the tides of your eyes.

Through the rear-view, gazes of ours met halfway
I could feel you on me as I averted elsewhere
Your eyes, your neck, your heaven-like lips,
Somehow enchants me to write again.

I’ll count the leaves, the stars, rain and teardrops
Only to feel the things I’m feeling
to imagine what lies beneath and what’s coming
when I kiss those eyes goodnight.

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Lita Tiara

Lita Tiara

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