I have once held love in the form of an egg, fragile faberge nesting upon pristine white gloves, feeling the precious breaths of life beating warmth against the surface of unworthy palms, stumbling while intoxicated by her melodic tones watching the egg kiss sky as it soared up into uncharted territory in a galaxy of falling stars away from unworthy hands in Night’s dozy repose magnificent in nature, leaping like a gazelle amongst diamonds upon retrieval while laying down against the scent of sweet lemon grass pressing a hope of love against my warm stomach.

Forget Me Not by GenesisRockwell, literature

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Forget Me Not

Exchanging by GenesisRockwell, literature

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Exchanging

I've spun your brown hair in circles around an eclectic index finger searching for comfort feeling your roots sprout outwardly as you lay there smiling I've forgotten what the sun feels like in your absence talking to birds with broken chirps and whistles I seem to lose my mind without validation and grow antlers from my head that connect undiscovered constellations at different angles from the nose up so I pinch myself to confirm if I'm still dreaming and scream to prove that I'm still alive as you grow without compromise while I create to convince myself that maybe I was once sane before time kicked in.

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Hand Hearts by GenesisRockwell, literature

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Hand Hearts

You serenade me with your eyes, in a world full of fighting grace and stray feathers strewn upon the lids of fallen angels, I learn salvation of a different kind, from the soothing charisma of your Voice, to your enchanting smile that could thaw a single winter night, into mere puddles of self reflection, for you complete me like no other, as a promise with no means of escaping loyalty, I pledge my undying love to you, living theme songs strummed from a sacred heirloom guitar, I am forever blessed soundly, as our freedom rings without regret.

Adele's Valentine Letter by GenesisRockwell, literature

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Adele's Valentine Letter

Dearest Soar of The Wind, I write this with a flattered approach in which your Valentine were written, and although these words cannot fathom the happiness as I convey with mine, I shall accept your love for the day of Cupid's jest, from an arrow as sharp as the wit of a slick tongue, blushing bashfully at the thought of your acceptance, I only wish to stand near and present you with a kiss of gratitude, for no rose, nor chocolates, would ever amount to your gentle sweetness.

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A Visionary of Blue by GenesisRockwell, literature

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A Visionary of Blue

I feel like shes the only girl I’ve ever known whos traveled from infinity and back through her eyes, breathing a permanent vacation of inhaling the obvious beauty that is life upon question, when people isolate dramatics like a pause button for what moves them to stare in complete silence, star gazer refugee with eyes that lead constellations in firework hypnotism, she bursts and dissipates, only to reappear ubiquitously along the fabrics of sky stitched at the seams of clouds, and pitch blackness revealing sky diamonds beyond infinity's measure, feeling like warm grass softly brushing against the blades of time, a

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