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'Your Eyes'
A Poem by
Siddartha Beth Pierce
If the skies were colored blue then perhaps I would remember you because so simply those are the same shade of your eyes I do reclaim. The bri..
Playing in the Snow
A Poem by
Siddartha Beth Pierce
I ran across you so they say playing in the snow one day- or evening it might have been I may not even remember when Yet here we are once a..
Fit Me Like a Glove III
A Poem by
Siddartha Beth Pierce
The moth has come to the flame but not for naught we shall show them all what we've got give it a shot! In the arm to temper thee in the mouth ..
Since Then to Here
A Poem by
Siddartha Beth Pierce
The first time I did see your face the first time we spoke it came to be quite a disagree despite my mighty pose. Yet these days mean alot then..
My King
A Poem by
Siddartha Beth Pierce
You came to me tame it seems with azure eyes so sublime- Your temperment was rough at first but then that quirk set in and your truthful gri..
I Am Yours
A Poem by
Siddartha Beth Pierce
When I first truly saw your soul we lay in your father's bed gazing from emerald to you - azure blue I could swear I saw into you. Listening t..
Fit Me Like a Glove II
A Poem by
Siddartha Beth Pierce
My muse has risento write, play, createlive, love againas was once beforeyet deeper nowis this undertakingsince maturity, experienceset in,glanced us ..
Restraining Order
A Poem by
Siddartha Beth Pierce
Slapped into cognition to realize that the animal in you took over left me shaking in my sandals that fateful summer morning where that cursed..
Fist Me
A Poem by
Siddartha Beth Pierce
What do you see when you look at me? One of those that will please you so without any care for Self- What is it worth this dance we play to..
Guilt is Here
A Poem by
Siddartha Beth Pierce
You came to me in a dream said 'I do not like the way you see.' Positives all around selfless beings abound. There are problems here yet ..
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