TheDragonflySky
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I’ll leave a candle burning so you can find your way home back to me.
November 5, 2023 at 11:16 PM
I’ll leave a candle burning so you can find your way home back to me.
Facing the sun and leaving everything behind to stand in my shadow.
October 10, 2023 at 1:09 PM
Facing the sun and leaving everything behind to stand in my shadow.
I’ll draw a heart on you. ♡
October 8, 2023 at 2:54 PM
I’ll draw a heart on you. ♡
There’s so much we should forgive ourselves for, but we never do. I hope we find the necessary inner peace to start that process ~ someday.
October 8, 2023 at 2:54 PM
There’s so much we should forgive ourselves for, but we never do. I hope we find the necessary inner peace to start that process ~ someday.
In a field of dreams, I lie searching for the glow that emanates from your soul.
October 8, 2023 at 2:53 PM
In a field of dreams, I lie searching for the glow that emanates from your soul.
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some days there’s no breath deep enough
October 4, 2023 at 9:29 PM
some days there’s no breath deep enough
Someone said it’s national boyfriend day. He keeps me company while I work, he wants to eat lunch at the same time I do, he’s adorable & annoying, he stares back while I say all the crazy things, he wakes up next to me no matter what, and he carries my number [heart] everywhere.
October 4, 2023 at 12:54 AM
Someone said it’s national boyfriend day. He keeps me company while I work, he wants to eat lunch at the same time I do, he’s adorable & annoying, he stares back while I say all the crazy things, he wakes up next to me no matter what, and he carries my number [heart] everywhere.
There’s a certain mystical beauty about the past; may the fire that forged the inner steel that keeps us alive today continue burning until our last breath.
October 2, 2023 at 3:06 PM
There’s a certain mystical beauty about the past; may the fire that forged the inner steel that keeps us alive today continue burning until our last breath.
Someone wants attention.
September 30, 2023 at 6:45 PM
Someone wants attention.
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The most captivating saturated cobalt blue oceanside cascading on deep dark crystallized sands. But wait...a candlelight dinner for two, chased by a Sweet Rose'. Deep orange sunsets, that finds itself lingering on night air and you. You call it love poetry. I'll call it love. -kas
September 30, 2023 at 3:14 PM
The most captivating saturated cobalt blue oceanside cascading on deep dark crystallized sands. But wait...a candlelight dinner for two, chased by a Sweet Rose'. Deep orange sunsets, that finds itself lingering on night air and you. You call it love poetry. I'll call it love. -kas
Sometimes it is only in madness that we may find ourselves able to look love in the eye.
September 30, 2023 at 4:08 PM
Sometimes it is only in madness that we may find ourselves able to look love in the eye.
You will find me on a butterfly’s wing, in the strength of a thunderstorm, the sparkle in his eyes, and the silence of the night.
September 30, 2023 at 1:53 PM
You will find me on a butterfly’s wing, in the strength of a thunderstorm, the sparkle in his eyes, and the silence of the night.
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One word for this beautiful view?
September 30, 2023 at 6:10 AM
One word for this beautiful view?
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drinking coffee and minding my own business
September 25, 2023 at 11:39 AM
drinking coffee and minding my own business
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Cuddles and true crime. Perfect.
September 30, 2023 at 1:46 AM
Cuddles and true crime. Perfect.
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There's autumn in the air and my heart is full of fallen leaves.
September 24, 2023 at 12:25 AM
There's autumn in the air and my heart is full of fallen leaves.
The feminine urge to just get in the car with no destination in mind.
September 29, 2023 at 8:28 PM
The feminine urge to just get in the car with no destination in mind.
Am I to wait until the flowers grow, or am I to dream them into life?
September 29, 2023 at 5:44 PM
Am I to wait until the flowers grow, or am I to dream them into life?
I wish I could take little pieces of your laughter and save them in a place only I know; I’m selfish, I want that part of you only for myself.
September 29, 2023 at 5:43 PM
I wish I could take little pieces of your laughter and save them in a place only I know; I’m selfish, I want that part of you only for myself.
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the exhausting strength
holding form
when bones want to break
the restless anxiety
tempest-tossed sorrow
nights-long tremulous
arrhythmia of withdrawal
the neverending
paralyzing fall…
the venomous uncertainty
of a beloved
#whistpr #poetry
holding form
when bones want to break
the restless anxiety
tempest-tossed sorrow
nights-long tremulous
arrhythmia of withdrawal
the neverending
paralyzing fall…
the venomous uncertainty
of a beloved
#whistpr #poetry
September 29, 2023 at 2:33 PM
the exhausting strength
holding form
when bones want to break
the restless anxiety
tempest-tossed sorrow
nights-long tremulous
arrhythmia of withdrawal
the neverending
paralyzing fall…
the venomous uncertainty
of a beloved
#whistpr #poetry
holding form
when bones want to break
the restless anxiety
tempest-tossed sorrow
nights-long tremulous
arrhythmia of withdrawal
the neverending
paralyzing fall…
the venomous uncertainty
of a beloved
#whistpr #poetry
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bare boughs
braced against a breeze that
carries a scent of death
and touch of decay,
it speaks
of a winters night
approaching,
a darkness that
swallows the light,
this is the song
of Autumn's lullaby
for it is not an eternal rest
that waits in the fall
but a resurrection.
braced against a breeze that
carries a scent of death
and touch of decay,
it speaks
of a winters night
approaching,
a darkness that
swallows the light,
this is the song
of Autumn's lullaby
for it is not an eternal rest
that waits in the fall
but a resurrection.
September 29, 2023 at 12:03 PM
bare boughs
braced against a breeze that
carries a scent of death
and touch of decay,
it speaks
of a winters night
approaching,
a darkness that
swallows the light,
this is the song
of Autumn's lullaby
for it is not an eternal rest
that waits in the fall
but a resurrection.
braced against a breeze that
carries a scent of death
and touch of decay,
it speaks
of a winters night
approaching,
a darkness that
swallows the light,
this is the song
of Autumn's lullaby
for it is not an eternal rest
that waits in the fall
but a resurrection.