Powerless

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Thomas Saliot 

They say it’s love…
being powerless, having no control.
Putting yourself in the hands of another
because through your eyes they would hold it Holy.
Ha!
They call it love… Powerless,
Handing all control….

 

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The Loveliest Rendezvous

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Found refugee in his arms in my darkest nights.
The light at the end of the tunnel,
His breathtakingly gorgeous smile
That brings a shiver up my spine
Every… single… time…

Oh, he whispers lullabies in my ears,
My source of motivation.
He’s led me to salvation;
My source of Inspiration.

He’s got a set of angel eyes
That burn right through me.
Yet, I’ve been good at hiding
I’d surrender to him…

 

painting by Cory Jayde