L.C. McQuillen 21.08.18 You asked me How I felt about All that is and was Torn around us. What love looks Like when through My eyes I’ve witnessed Broken attempts. I lifted my head Took a sip of cheap wine And looked you in the eyes. What I know is this,There is love and there […]
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L.C. McQuillen 03.03.24 If I could only write to you The severity of my sentiment If characters were enough To describe your character Of kindness, strength and perseverance If I could only sing to you I would compare you to the spring You have awaken dead parts of me Gracefully revived through gentil strides And
L.C. McQuillen 02.06.23 The rain is falling On the cabins roof A staccato rhythm of a scattered melody Playing the song That my heart composes When I think of you The upbeat ting Of precipitation on tin Like our body’s colliding When we meet againThe soundOf water sinking into soilAbsorbing, like me into your armsThe
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L.C. McQuillen 06.04.23 My body shifts Every few minutes As my mind incessantly Stirs the irony Of my upcoming reality You’ve been asleep for hours And haven’t noticed my soft Touch, followed by a quiet withdraw lingering feelings that send Me into deep thought In a dark room Hot, with the fan on Hot
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L.C. McQuillen 23.05.22 I gently skim the edges of your skin Relaxed against the pattern of your breath Drifting in and out of belief That your arms are wrapped around me And no matter how many days I spend, with our fingers intertwined Will I begin to grasp the concept Of how simple, yet deep
L.C. McQuillen 07.07.20 Beneath the sun there Is darkness still Between the embers There is warmth Underneath your eyes There is burden Before death There is still time And between your lips There is no lie The birds still chirp In mourning The tide still Sees the shore Between us There is nothing Yet your
L.C. McQuillen 03.12.18 I have given you this part of me and you set it on the shelf. you tell it nice things as it collects dust day after day until everything is blurry. Until I’m depressed from layers of weight that you never carried. It just sat and I’m crumbling underneath it. Love should not
L.C. McQuillen 28.06.18 It is as if we are unwrapping each other. Completely enamored in the process Hands anxious, But not reckless. And as we unwind and reveal There is laughter and tears, adoration, hesitancy But mostly understanding. And you, you scare me. Because you are the first thing I see When I dream of
L.C. McQuillen 20.11.17 This isn’t a dream This isn’t a situation Of which I can snap Out of and wake up Not tainting anything But my own sanity. I was only supposed To be your bonfire On a rainy day. I was only supposed To play a tumbleweed A brief interaction Then I would Make
L.C. McQuillen 17.08.17 I What I would say to you is My mentality has been under Your palm twisted around Your fingers And that will be no more. You expected me to be Submerged into this dream That was so far from current Reality that I felt Trapped within the depths Of your own hurt