You have this velvety soft voice that makes my heart flutter fast like humming bird wings, and you got these deep blue eyes that remind me of the ocean. How could I ever forget someone like you.. The moon crumbled and the stars fell out of the night sky and sunk into the deep blue sea, I watched my world go up in flames that dark, cold night my love decided to leave me. Forever lost at Sea my love will always be. - Ciara Evans
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Ciara Evans
👣👣☔Seattle, Washington☁ 💘I love to make Poetry, and I also love to take photographs so follow me on Instagram and 💌DM💌 me your feedback on my poems. Contact me on my IG:cheech_333 P.S.🌹 I have more poetry written by me on my IG💘
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Lights Off
You were so breath taking, so wrong for me. You had already given up on caring about everything before I came and the thought of being that reckless and unmindful of the future with you drew me into you like ink into paper. You were so lively so I wanted you to paint me effervescent, I wanted you to paint me happy, smiling with rosy cheeks. I desired to be vivacious and disparate in your pale blue eyes. I thought being with you would make me brighter but all you knew was never ending darkness, so our days grew so pitch black that most of the time we couldn't see. We couldn't see how we were hurting people and destroying each other. Making many mistakes we laughed, kissed and danced around in the dark, knocking over and crushing everything we once had, I still cry when I think about how we were laughing the whole time we did that to our love but when the lights came back on we were unable to fix the mess we made and we couldn't stop crying. -Ciara Evans
By Ciara Evans6 years ago in Poets
Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
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