atthebottomofeverything

Sometimes I wonder, The times we would've been together. I picture you and I, On Sundays by the beach in the cold weather. I imagine us, Stargazing at night with me in your arms tighter. But I waited and waited. Every inch of every hour, On steps to your front door, In portraits I drew of you, On benches we sat in parks, At classes we used to have, Through wretchedly rainy days, Under my blankets late at night, In my sleepless nights of dreams, Right to the places you've sang to me, Left to the days you were still with me. But you left. You were gone. You were never coming back. Because I watch you lay there, With your hands so still, buried underground.

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May 4, 2015

May 4, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC

jane2212

I waited

Sometimes I wonder, The times we would've been together. I picture you and I, On Sundays by the beach in the cold weather. I imagine us, Stargazing at night with me in your arms tighter. But I waited and waited. Every inch of every hour, On steps to your front door, In portraits I drew of you, On benches we sat in parks, At classes we used to have, Through wretchedly rainy days, Under my blankets late at night, In my sleepless nights of dreams, Right to the places you've sang to me, Left to the days you were still with me. But you left. You were gone. You were never coming back. Because I watch you lay there, With your hands so still, buried underground.

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That night when I found Another girl's Hair barrette in Your bed And I pretended to believe you When you said that it wasn't someone else's How could it be? You're being crazy. Who else's would it be? Was the night that I thought I would never look back And here I am Just like that

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May 4, 2015

May 4, 2015 at 8:32 PM UTC

atthebottomofeverything

Just Like That

That night when I found Another girl's Hair barrette in Your bed And I pretended to believe you When you said that it wasn't someone else's How could it be? You're being crazy. Who else's would it be? Was the night that I thought I would never look back And here I am Just like that

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The feeling of swimming underwater, missing someone, standing on top of a mountain. The feeling of shedding tears over a movie, excitment over a kiss, running for no reason. The feeling of jumping up and down over a song, smiling to birds, being lost after a drunken night out, is what we should live for.

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atthebottomofeverything

Apr 19, 2015

Apr 19, 2015 at 5:25 PM UTC

drin-tashi

What we should live for

The feeling of swimming underwater, missing someone, standing on top of a mountain. The feeling of shedding tears over a movie, excitment over a kiss, running for no reason. The feeling of jumping up and down over a song, smiling to birds, being lost after a drunken night out, is what we should live for.

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You know that feeling When you wake up In the morning And for a few seconds Everything is fine And normal And okay And then you remember That four days ago He broke your heart And now you choke Just enough to make you Lose your breath And you have to feel this way Until tomorrow morning When you wake up And for a few seconds Everything is fine And normal And okay Until it's not

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Mar 23, 2015

Mar 23, 2015 at 9:25 AM UTC

atthebottomofeverything

Okay

You know that feeling When you wake up In the morning And for a few seconds Everything is fine And normal And okay And then you remember That four days ago He broke your heart And now you choke Just enough to make you Lose your breath And you have to feel this way Until tomorrow morning When you wake up And for a few seconds Everything is fine And normal And okay Until it's not

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i will stop writing poetry like a eulogy when you start making me feel alive

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atthebottomofeverything

Dec 12, 2014

Dec 12, 2014 at 2:34 PM UTC

lauren00

compromise

i will stop writing poetry like a eulogy when you start making me feel alive

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