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We speak of happy moments
And then we suddenly weep.
We speak of sorrowful nights
And then we give a sigh

We think of forgotten days
And then bring a look of dismay
We put up broken pieces
And then paint our face of grimace

Not a second that our emotions flatter
As if to make us feel a little bit lighter
It is there to remind us were human
And not just some blank mistaken plan

We express it with water from eyes
A liquid we only know what lies
It helps us ease all the burden
These tears became the words unspoken.
The 10pm bus rides are
not the same without you
Do you think of me when you’re out on the blue ocean?

When you look up at the stars and the moon and the sky, do you think of me?
 Sep 2019 Haley Buckholt
loaf
you stun me with your sighs
you **** me with goodbyes
i hope you never die
that’ll surely make me cry
You’re like coffee in the morning and cartoons on a Saturday
Breakfast at dinner time and warm weather on winter days
Everything right in my world when it all went the opposite way
My sense of peace, the remedy to make my worries fade away
Before the wind wounded me.

Before my petals broke.

Before my roots withered.

Before the cold silenced me.

I was a flower.

Now I am nothing.
 Aug 2019 Haley Buckholt
ThePoet
They don't know how it feels

to awake every morning,
and all they can wonder is
why they had even awoken

They don't know how it feels

to pick up all of their pieces,
and put them back together
but still feel like they're broken

They don't know how it feels

to say all that they can say,
and still feel like there's more
but every word has been spoken

They don't know how it feels

to go to sleep every night,
and the only hope they have
is that their eyes will not open

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