bethanyjune - Hello Poetry

loving you is an everlasting winter. beautiful, but deprived of spring.

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Aug 3, 2015

Aug 3, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC

loving you is an everlasting winter. beautiful, but deprived of spring.

she stings, like a burn against my skin. she aches, like a throbbing in my lungs. she pulsates, like my fractured heart. she bleeds; she is the shortness of my breath. she hurts.

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May 16, 2015

May 16, 2015 at 7:03 PM UTC

she

she stings, like a burn against my skin. she aches, like a throbbing in my lungs. she pulsates, like my fractured heart. she bleeds; she is the shortness of my breath. she hurts.

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this isn't want, this is need. this isn't love, this is greed.

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Apr 17, 2015

Apr 17, 2015 at 1:19 PM UTC

Untitled

this isn't want, this is need. this isn't love, this is greed.

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i gave you all of me only to receive a fraction in return

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Mar 1, 2015

Mar 1, 2015 at 4:20 PM UTC

gifts

i gave you all of me only to receive a fraction in return

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i wish i told her how much i loved her poetry; her poetry was music to my ears and calligraphy to my eyes, no matter how messy her handwriting. each was a masterpiece, each was a song, each told a story, regardless of how illegible; and i can't stand knowing that i'll never get to fall in love with her art ever again.

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Feb 18, 2015

Feb 18, 2015 at 3:12 PM UTC

untold

i wish i told her how much i loved her poetry; her poetry was music to my ears and calligraphy to my eyes, no matter how messy her handwriting. each was a masterpiece, each was a song, each told a story, regardless of how illegible; and i can't stand knowing that i'll never get to fall in love with her art ever again.

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the moon that we share will always outshine the clouds that separate us.

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Feb 9, 2015

Feb 9, 2015 at 1:22 PM UTC

Accidental Haiku

the moon that we share will always outshine the clouds that separate us.

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"what's your favourite thing about me?" she asked. she was chaos to me. she was uncontrollable; she was a landscape - a waterfall, never ending and ever-flowing with a groundbreaking view. she had it all. she was untouchable, she was proud, yet she was vulnerable, she loved with every ounce of her. she was headstrong, yet she was delicate, and she was honest, she was real. she was like electricity, she was a thunderstorm, crashing and creating, and formed an unbreakable sight. she was a masterpiece. she could fuel a fire, and she could put one out, and although she was forever absent, she was always present, and she was mine. she was thrilling; she had a universe in her eyes, and i wasn't sure whether or not it was too great to venture into. "all of you," i replied, "every last bit."

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Feb 5, 2015

Feb 5, 2015 at 6:05 PM UTC

a poem about her

"what's your favourite thing about me?" she asked. she was chaos to me. she was uncontrollable; she was a landscape - a waterfall, never ending and ever-flowing with a groundbreaking view. she had it all. she was untouchable, she was proud, yet she was vulnerable, she loved with every ounce of her. she was headstrong, yet she was delicate, and she was honest, she was real. she was like electricity, she was a thunderstorm, crashing and creating, and formed an unbreakable sight. she was a masterpiece. she could fuel a fire, and she could put one out, and although she was forever absent, she was always present, and she was mine. she was thrilling; she had a universe in her eyes, and i wasn't sure whether or not it was too great to venture into. "all of you," i replied, "every last bit."

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i have the house to myself once again. i would always tell you when i was alone because i hated being lonely and although no one can hear me i keep my thoughts under lock and key and i keep my music through my earphones and i keep my love to my loved one. i sit alone in a blank room, in an empty space where i could do anything in the world yet i still keep every piece and element i own to myself. i never did like to bother anyone else.

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Feb 5, 2015

Feb 5, 2015 at 5:57 PM UTC

Untitled

i have the house to myself once again. i would always tell you when i was alone because i hated being lonely and although no one can hear me i keep my thoughts under lock and key and i keep my music through my earphones and i keep my love to my loved one. i sit alone in a blank room, in an empty space where i could do anything in the world yet i still keep every piece and element i own to myself. i never did like to bother anyone else.

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