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For you,
I’d learn to write love songs in Spanish,
Sonnets in Italian,
Haikus in Portugese.
The kindest disposition,
Warm hands, tender lips.
For you,
I write love notes in the morning,
Dance all evening,
And sing until my voice has gone.
The night is young, this moment’s fleeting,
We roam the city while its sleeping.
For you,
I’ll brave the cold, the rain,
Climb cliffs to sit hand in hand,
Hearts open, love flowing.
i.
naked in the woods we lie,
quiet and unafraid;
power doesn’t always rest with those who speak the loudest.
ii.
you see the world through obscured lenses,
dying for your recompenses;
you can’t change others, you can only change yourself.
burn away those expectations,
or you’ll burn yourself out quick enough.
(Tom Pearce, Photographed by: Yours Truly)
Curiosity gets the better of us, a barbed fence away and we’re hand in hand running out in the open,
Plains melting into the rockformations, feet melting into the plains.
Bees nests, prickly grass, snake holes, and not much else for miles,
Untouched by greed and unnecessary cruelty,
True civilization.
(Yours Truly, Photographed by: Tom Pearce)
Watch me tightrope walking,
Far above the great abyss,
One with all and nothingness.
Juggling the knives left in my side for sport,
Sun rising like blood pressure, ’til it’s boiling hot,
Readymade excuses, laid out all for naught.
Come have another gin,
Dance, dance, dance on the edge with me,
Clinging to the last of civility.
sea meets mountains
birds swirl about for morning meals
the sky hangs sweet, mellow
and I am lying on a cliff
enveloped in your love
unravel
stark thoughts crashing into the shore in your mind
summer weather creeping its way into spring
kissing ether, ground firm in the dirt
love fills every corner of your heart
as light staves off the dawn of night
Hayden Winston 
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