Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou
A personal blog sharing heartfelt poetry inspired by nature, beauty, and soulful reflection.
Tag: relationships
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Loving you is like pressing my earto the hollow of your wrist,as if the rhythm therecould teach me how to breath.Your lips on mine are like a secretI’ve always known,as if every pause and sighwas written into my bones.Being in your arms is like sinking into a roomonly for us,only our heartbeats.Your touch lingers like…
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Love is a dim motel signflickering vacancy/no vacancy,never quite telling the truth.It’s a locked briefcasewith your name etched insidethe code changes every timeyou think you’ve cracked it.Love is a subway mapwith one forbidden line,the route you take anywaybecause it hums like fate.It’s a pair of borrowed keysthat fit doors you didn’t knowwanted to open.Love is…
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We are glowing togetherA smile that lasts day and nightWhether separate or apartThe heart crack is wide openWe are at the centerExploring the edges of loveI am hereYou are nearLove is grand with youMy graceYour strengthWill carry us today and tomorrowLove unfolding naturallyAcceptance draws us nearUnconditional love fulfills usA love story is being writtenOur future…
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He tells me I am as precious as a gemI am like a brilliant star in the skyShinning bright and full of lifeThat my soul shimmersAnd that I am full of delightI am his belovedAnd his treasureHe is blessed beyond measureThis love enlightens my soulAnd makes me feel wholeThat I am a graceful ladyAnd he…
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DisillusionedSmoking cigarettes Drunk at 3:00 a.m.Spinning into nothingnessWith whiskey in my handHookers walk strangeYellow streetsWomen who fear intimacyOr falling in loveDepravedDepressed mannequinsAre consumedGuilt and shame asunderThey dance in their Tangerine slippersUnder a hopelessMoonlight
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Is it a dream or distant memory?An Italian Concerto beginsThe alto singer bellowsA passionate tale Proud and stout He commands attention A classic narcissistic symphony Balancing a tight-rope A thunderous crescendo begins Drums rattle and roll Strumming your violin You tip, waddle and fall Boom, Bang, Ting, Tang A symphony of broken things Your white…
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She bared to him her coveted soulPrepared to be shunned .Instead she is accepted unconditionally.Her scars deep, he leads her to the lightA new journey begins.He incites her passion, through his wisdom and poetry.He helps her see beauty againShe must live again.
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The poem reflects a deep emotional connection between two individuals. One person listens to the other’s pain, represented by a thorn, and acts to remove it. Despite not expressing her distress, the act of compassion leads to the narrator’s own tears, highlighting empathy and shared suffering.
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Her breasts translucentHer nipples erectHer hips wide and curvyThey smell of lifeHer lips searchingHe stiffensHis mustache debonairShe chases him as they sit togetherHis lips voluptuousThey know where to goHis eyes mesmerizingShowing strengthPalm to palmWaiting for her to feelHer heart wide openShe opens to releaseWhat he is asking forThey pour togetherShe catches himShe sings a love…
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Let me lay my head on your shoulderLay me on a bed of rosesKiss meI’ll be wearing whiteSing me a love songFor I love you soI don’t want anybody else but youLove me and make me feel aliveHold me close and tightMy heart falls wide openCome to me and enterBring your magic touchAs I whisper…
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Tears are nearYou can cry on my chestMy skin would take your tears insideI would keep themTake them nowI have never known such loveI never knew it could existI give you a place to cryBut moreBecause on me, your tears would just be going homeYou see I love them from within
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We are like a pendulum that is counting the minutes until me meet again. We are like sunbursts finding the sundial that tells us when we meet again. Time is a thief to us. Though our love is timeless. The moment becomes our future. We gather in tandem to be close again. Ever widening our…
Mirror to My Soul by Heather Mirassou 