Felicity A green river, someone just rose from it Who is it? The girl with nose pin or the girl that cycles, Cycling into the autumn to till its fall; Till it falls to the ground and makes a huge noise This is sublime beauty this is her. A grimace can be seen on her face everytime he looks her in the eyes and smiles, The girl with nose pin has long hair and a repugnant mouth, He tries to gather strength to move his grotesque head and look at her Her rutilant face, it takes him back to the mountains, those he didnt climb yet She makes the sheep love her as she sharpens her knife. Her hair falls back so quickly its alluring it shakes the ground, Here comes my queen he says Worshipping her every move He wonders what she does when he isnt around. Did she promise love? Yes Did she break that promise? Yes But isnt that what they all do Once, twice, thrice Its autumn now, its not your time of the season Time for sleeping is gone, there is nothing you can do about it, You will be gone exactly when the leaves start to come, She will have someone by winter, accompany her in the long nights, "I wish I could disappear like how she disappears" This aleotory life saddens him, as the amber trees get rid of their leaves, he gets rid of his feelings. This feeling is visceral you can see it when he is weak, trembling from the cold as winter knocks. And when it actually comes it just numbles him As as he drives away at night, people cant hear his screams, they are too busy listening to theirs "I wish I could disappear like how they disappear". His poems move her more Than the world does She keeps coming back, His words coming out of wound, crawling out of his skin. She looks at his hands and she is in awe This is pain this is majestic, Everytime he talks about heartbreak, she knows how she can fix it. "Felicity awaits him" She cycles her way to the mountain everyday to meet him, The worms are inside his head, his maggot eaten head cant come up with words for his poems, "How about darkness?" He looks at her in the dark and starts to write. He will be back to the city in the winter, He will be back as soon as it starts snowing. This bucolic life saddens her, she wants to go the city with him, "Will you be here when I leave?" He doesnt say anything, Did he promise love? Yes Did he break his promise? Yes But isnt that what they all do Once, twice, thrice Its almost winter now, its not your time of the season. And he disappears again, with the sun The coal miners look at her with their heart darker than their skin; As they go back to the ground once again for the last time She looks back and tilts her head "I wish I could disappear like how they disappears"
 Felicity

A green river,  someone just rose from it 
Who is it?
The girl with nose pin or the girl that cycles,
Cycling into the autumn to till its fall;
Till it falls to the ground and makes a huge noise 
This is sublime beauty this is her.
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A poem i wrote today

Felicity A green river, someone just rose from it Who is it? The girl with nose pin or the girl that cycles, Cycling into the autumn to till its fall; Till it falls to the ground and makes a huge noise This is sublime beauty this is her. A grimace can be seen on her face everytime he looks her in the eyes and smiles, The girl with nose pin has long hair and a repugnant mouth, He tries to gather strength to move his grotesque head and look at her Her rutilant face, it takes him back to the mountains, those he didnt climb yet She makes the sheep love her as she sharpens her knife. Her hair falls back so quickly its alluring it shakes the ground, Here comes my queen he says Worshipping her every move He wonders what she does when he isnt around. Did she promise love? Yes Did she break that promise? Yes But isnt that what they all do Once, twice, thrice Its autumn now, its not your time of the season Time for sleeping is gone, there is nothing you can do about it, You will be gone exactly when the leaves start to come, She will have someone by winter, accompany her in the long nights, "I wish I could disappear like how she disappears" This aleotory life saddens him, as the amber trees get rid of their leaves, he gets rid of his feelings. This feeling is visceral you can see it when he is weak, trembling from the cold as winter knocks. And when it actually comes it just numbles him As as he drives away at night, people cant hear his screams, they are too busy listening to theirs "I wish I could disappear like how they disappear". His poems move her more Than the world does She keeps coming back, His words coming out of wound, crawling out of his skin. She looks at his hands and she is in awe This is pain this is majestic, Everytime he talks about heartbreak, she knows how she can fix it. "Felicity awaits him" She cycles her way to the mountain everyday to meet him, The worms are inside his head, his maggot eaten head cant come up with words for his poems, "How about darkness?" He looks at her in the dark and starts to write. He will be back to the city in the winter, He will be back as soon as it starts snowing. This bucolic life saddens her, she wants to go the city with him, "Will you be here when I leave?" He doesnt say anything, Did he promise love? Yes Did he break his promise? Yes But isnt that what they all do Once, twice, thrice Its almost winter now, its not your time of the season. And he disappears again, with the sun The coal miners look at her with their heart darker than their skin; As they go back to the ground once again for the last time She looks back and tilts her head "I wish I could disappear like how they disappears"

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