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Extrovert
I like poetry.
I wish there was a way to know you're in the good old days before they become the good old days.
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Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 6:48 PM UTC
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All this empty space of places you've once been taunting me with your memory reminding me of your presence realizing I'm the last one here left with all this empty space.
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Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 6:48 PM UTC
Imprint
C'est la belle vie the words escape quietly from my lips they float silently to the floor and settle there the words are so quiet, so small I can't be sure they ever really left my mouth But there they are, sitting comfortably on the floor They look up at me from below, questioning them self I think about repeating them, maybe to reaffirm their meaning but the sounds don't quite make it past my tongue So I sit there in silence with some fallen words laying on the floor.
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Aug 16, 2016
Aug 16, 2016 at 6:47 PM UTC
Word Shaker
I've been so close to love Right on the verge I could feel it But then it was cut abruptly And now, I'm just left with this ache This burrow of what could've been but will never be.
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Apr 5, 2016
Apr 5, 2016 at 6:57 PM UTC
Not Quite Love
She was so beautiful on that starry night I held her in my arms and freed her of fright
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Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 1:54 PM UTC
Summer Nights
It drives me mad how I am so irrevocably in love with you and we have never even met
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC
Dear Soulmate,
Just hold me until the sun stops shining
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC
Our relationship was like black coffee ✖ More bitter than sweet
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 6:06 PM UTC
Bitter Sweet
My pen is running out of ink I guess I don't have much time to think there is so much I wish to say but all these things are in my way I think back to that summer night just before we had the fight it was so perfect then and there a perfect moment that we shared things got rocky at the end but you said we'd still be friends you and I know what that means it doesn't call for a pretty scene all the damage has been done at least we had those nights of fun.
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May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 6:07 PM UTC
Those Nights
Misunderstanding is everywhere I look My entire life is starting to feel like a book Not a book that has just begun But a book that is well overdone I ponder what holds for me in the next chapter Certainly not a happily ever after Oh, but look there's a twist Something so easily missed For my life is not a book It is a sharp ***** hook A hook plunged deep in my soul Reeling me out for what life beholds I am not ready to be on my own I do not trust myself to be all alone And what happens when you run out of line for your hook It's the end of your story, the end of your book
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 7:40 PM UTC
The End