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If If you call me the sun,
Then you're the flowers.
I am only light,
But you reflect me
In a thousand vibrant shades.

If you call me a masterpiece,
Then you're the painter.
I am only canvas,
But you give me color and depth,
Clarity and life.

If you call me music,
Then you're the singer.
I am only notes on a scale,
But you give me voice
In a sweet, clear melody.

If you call me your heart,
Then you're the soul.
I am only muscle,
But you help me to beat
In strong, steady rhythm.

If you call me an angel,
Then you're my faith.
I am only ethereal
But you give me form and purpose
To protect what I love.

If you say I make you

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Heartless

by ~o-ohhai

If you want to kiss me,
Kiss me
I'm sure I'll enjoy the way you taste

Just don't expect my heart to beat

Don't worry, love.
If you press your ear to my chest
You'll probably hear a steady rhythm
I've filled the gap as best I can
With a composite
Of blood vessels
And nerve endings

My heart?

No, love.
It's not that I've never had one
I just gave it away
To a girl with bright, pretty eyes

She took it with her, you know
Over six thousand miles away
Where it probably picked up
A fine coating of sand
And the smell of gunmetal

Where?

I don't know, love.
I'm not really sure where it is now
Collecting dust, maybe
In a shoebox under a bunk
With an old letter
And a photograph

And sometimes, I think it gives a little flutter
When that girl smiles
Because I always loved her smile best of all

But if you want to hold me,
Hold me
I'm certain I'll fit right into the crook of your arm

And if you want to touch me,
Touch me
I've no doubt you can make me feel good

Just don't wait for my heart to beat

Because I think I might be heartless.
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I don't even have the guts to ask for it back.

Or maybe I just don't want to.

"This heart, it beats, beats for only you/My heart is yours,"

You can find this poem translated into Romanian here, courtesy of the wonderful *iris789.
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~ColdBlackRaven May 9, 2012
this made my chest ache. Beautiful

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:shoutbox: Due to recent cutbacks and until further notice, the light at the end of the tunnel has been turned off. :star: :star-half: :star-empty:

:squee: I'm the girl that knows lyrics to over 500 songs but can't answer 10 questions on my test :nuu:
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~o-ohhai May 13, 2012
Thanks :tighthug:

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I wouldn't change a thing. I would change everything.

Thanks to `yuumei for the lovely author tag
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~ETFnFIR May 2, 2012  New member
Literally brought tears to my eyes. It's beautiful and dreadful. I love and hate you for writing this.
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~o-ohhai May 13, 2012
Thank you :thanks:

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I wouldn't change a thing. I would change everything.

Thanks to `yuumei for the lovely author tag
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Mood: Adoration ~Sasalamander Mar 14, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
This is so absolutely sad and beautiful!
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~o-ohhai Apr 11, 2012
Thanks :huggle:

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I wouldn't change a thing. I would change everything.

Thanks to `yuumei for the lovely author tag
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~Sasalamander Apr 11, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
you're so welcome! your art is wonderful! :shamrock:
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~xsomebodyspecial Jan 4, 2012  Student Writer
this is gorgeous..
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~o-ohhai Jan 13, 2012
Thank you :huggle:

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I wouldn't change a thing. I would change everything.

Thanks to `yuumei for the lovely author tag
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Mood: Love ~crazygeekful Dec 13, 2011
my heart was captured by this poem..get it?hehe!!lol.
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Had a dream I I imagine you at the bottom of a hill.

Everything is cold and sunny and changing. The light caught in your dark hair is the clear, crisp kind, the kind that spangles your skin with cool gold and the pale shadows of leaves.

There's a girl on the crest of the hill above you. Her cheeks are rosy and she's catching her breath, which mists in the air in front of her and then curls away. She's been climbing that hill, but now the slope sprawls gently away in front of her, boundless.

The grass comes up to your thighs, but it's almost at her hips. She brushes her hands over the feathery tops of wild grain and tilts her face to the sun, where it piHad a dream I by ~o-ohhai
November Cold November sinks its icy fingers
Between my shoulder blades
And an ache blossoms inside of me.

I imagine a lacy white filigree of frost
Growing over my lungs,
Spidering over my veins
And up into my heart.

The cold crawls up my throat
So that when I breathe
I half expect snowflakes and hoarfrost
To fall from my lips.

I've got an ice-heavy heart in me
And I am breathing winter,
Wondering if my tears would freeze
If they even fell at all.

Help me shake November's chill.
Blaze passion and fire into me
And never let me pull away from the heat of you

Kiss away the rime of ice that coats me
Sink your fingers into my skin
SoNovember Cold by ~o-ohhai
Stone "You have a stone in your heart,"

That rouses me somewhat. I look up from my book and out the window at the gray fog that's settled over everything like wet cotton. I imagine breathing it, letting it fill my lungs with gray. All at once, the room is suffocating and I push the window open and the cool air tumbles in and ruffles the pages of my book so that I lose my place.

The spell of the story unravels and some part of me aches to know that the sort of love that exists in the storybooks is never true.

She loves the lines of him.

Her.

"Are you listening?"

"… Yes," I say without much conviction.

Rainwater pools on the windowsill.

Stone by ~o-ohhai
Wonder if You Wonder by ~o-ohhai
Curio She can't handle being manhandled
By all the pretty girls
So it's best not to touch her at all.Curio by ~o-ohhai
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