apriel-egama - Hello Poetry

Did you really love her? She was good to you. Too good in fact. Maybe you just didn't want to be alone. So you pursued her. Made her fall for you and your undeniable charm. Perhaps she made you feel better She put you out of your misery. She saved you. But you ****** the life out of her. She doesn't deserve the pain she went through after you decided you're done with her. So I know the answer to that question.. No.. You didn't love her. You don't **** the person you love. You don't destroy the person who gave you everything. YOU JUST DON'T.

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Jun 24, 2015

Jun 24, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC

YJD

Did you really love her? She was good to you. Too good in fact. Maybe you just didn't want to be alone. So you pursued her. Made her fall for you and your undeniable charm. Perhaps she made you feel better She put you out of your misery. She saved you. But you ****** the life out of her. She doesn't deserve the pain she went through after you decided you're done with her. So I know the answer to that question.. No.. You didn't love her. You don't **** the person you love. You don't destroy the person who gave you everything. YOU JUST DON'T.

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As I was falling for you You were falling For someone else.

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Apr 29, 2015

Apr 29, 2015 at 2:14 PM UTC

Fall Out

As I was falling for you You were falling For someone else.

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I want to go on a roadtrip. Away from things that's familiar and safe. I want to get away and break free. Maybe with someone special or maybe all on my own. I want to raid the oldest libraries and read all the books I can to my heart's content. I want to visit museums and coffee shops and ice cream parlors and try everything they have. I want to take a walk to the oldest streets, alone or holding someone's hand, while eating ice cream. I want to explore places. I want to sleep in a tent. I want to sleep under the stars. I want to drive a motorbike. Stop a lot just to appreciate the view, take it all in the beauty before my eyes, breathe fresh air. I want to have polaroid camera and capture everything in the moment. Capture the sunrise and sunset. Capture a boy's wide smile or the old lady's toothless grin or the two lovers' embrace. I want to take pictures of myself smiling from ear to ear. I want to chase the moon and the fog. Spend hours picking strawberries, smelling flowers. I want to throw my hands in the air and dance and feel the wind in my hair. I want to buy souvenirs from each place I go as if the pictures I take are not enough, I want something that will last. I want to meet new people and make new friends. I want to make memories that will forever stay with me.

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Apr 29, 2015

Apr 29, 2015 at 6:18 AM UTC

The Perfect Roadtrip

I want to go on a roadtrip. Away from things that's familiar and safe. I want to get away and break free. Maybe with someone special or maybe all on my own. I want to raid the oldest libraries and read all the books I can to my heart's content. I want to visit museums and coffee shops and ice cream parlors and try everything they have. I want to take a walk to the oldest streets, alone or holding someone's hand, while eating ice cream. I want to explore places. I want to sleep in a tent. I want to sleep under the stars. I want to drive a motorbike. Stop a lot just to appreciate the view, take it all in the beauty before my eyes, breathe fresh air. I want to have polaroid camera and capture everything in the moment. Capture the sunrise and sunset. Capture a boy's wide smile or the old lady's toothless grin or the two lovers' embrace. I want to take pictures of myself smiling from ear to ear. I want to chase the moon and the fog. Spend hours picking strawberries, smelling flowers. I want to throw my hands in the air and dance and feel the wind in my hair. I want to buy souvenirs from each place I go as if the pictures I take are not enough, I want something that will last. I want to meet new people and make new friends. I want to make memories that will forever stay with me.

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Nature is the poetry without words..

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Apr 29, 2015

Apr 29, 2015 at 6:15 AM UTC

Nature

Nature is the poetry without words..

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She was cut open, Left to bleed with the remaining pieces. He came into her life, And soothed where it hurts most, Like honey dripping lavender balm To her dry lips.

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Apr 1, 2015

Apr 1, 2015 at 7:07 AM UTC

Untitled

She was cut open, Left to bleed with the remaining pieces. He came into her life, And soothed where it hurts most, Like honey dripping lavender balm To her dry lips.

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