dmeld-1 - Hello Poetry

I didn't mind stepping on Grass, dirt, differences, And broken promises the whole night If it meant I could see the faces That have become all too unfamiliar. It was like looking at the night sky For the billionth time Except the stars that you knew had their places, No longer did. But the sky was still beautiful Your voice Pierced through me the way it always has But with words that no longer made sense, Words that forced it's way Through a crowd of people you called "Cool". There was no problem with that, I tell you But My heart sank to the soles of my feet In uncertainty Because You never liked that word, "Cool". You once told me that we were better off Different I grasped your hand for the first time Since the last awkward silence, And shook it. Except you returned it with a grip That felt like it belonged to someone else. You smiled a smile that wasn't yours Your teeth shone a light more strobe than candle You told stories of laughter But they were no longer about our adventures of fighting dragons and saving the helpless. They were about jumping into the lakes Not to enjoy the water But to show off that new tan and flaunt that new body And I could have sworn Amidst the chaos you presence caused And the enthusiasm of your story telling, I heard you introduce yourself to me again. But it sounded like you were saying: "this my name but this is no longer my personality" As my heart sank, my hopes followed Because I was certainly standing before A person with a piercing personality A person with the same hands and the same feet A person who lit up the whole room A person who was, undoubtedly, beautiful But that person was no longer You

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Oct 14, 2013

Oct 14, 2013 at 7:59 AM UTC

Not dmeld anymore

I didn't mind stepping on Grass, dirt, differences, And broken promises the whole night If it meant I could see the faces That have become all too unfamiliar. It was like looking at the night sky For the billionth time Except the stars that you knew had their places, No longer did. But the sky was still beautiful Your voice Pierced through me the way it always has But with words that no longer made sense, Words that forced it's way Through a crowd of people you called "Cool". There was no problem with that, I tell you But My heart sank to the soles of my feet In uncertainty Because You never liked that word, "Cool". You once told me that we were better off Different I grasped your hand for the first time Since the last awkward silence, And shook it. Except you returned it with a grip That felt like it belonged to someone else. You smiled a smile that wasn't yours Your teeth shone a light more strobe than candle You told stories of laughter But they were no longer about our adventures of fighting dragons and saving the helpless. They were about jumping into the lakes Not to enjoy the water But to show off that new tan and flaunt that new body And I could have sworn Amidst the chaos you presence caused And the enthusiasm of your story telling, I heard you introduce yourself to me again. But it sounded like you were saying: "this my name but this is no longer my personality" As my heart sank, my hopes followed Because I was certainly standing before A person with a piercing personality A person with the same hands and the same feet A person who lit up the whole room A person who was, undoubtedly, beautiful But that person was no longer You

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Fake people hate honesty. It's the lies that keep them feeling good about themselves and their lives. So share your true feelings about their actions and watch how they fade away. Fake people enjoy others who get ****** into their drama. Cut conversations short that deal with your fake friend's usual complaints. You know. The ones they never plan to do anything about. When you broke up, everybody said you deserve to get the one better, but no one is willing to give it to you. Anybody can listen to your problems. A friend will give you advice to try to make you feel better. A best friend will tell you the truth-good, bad, or ugly.

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Oct 14, 2013

Oct 14, 2013 at 7:40 AM UTC

Fake Ppl

Fake people hate honesty. It's the lies that keep them feeling good about themselves and their lives. So share your true feelings about their actions and watch how they fade away. Fake people enjoy others who get ****** into their drama. Cut conversations short that deal with your fake friend's usual complaints. You know. The ones they never plan to do anything about. When you broke up, everybody said you deserve to get the one better, but no one is willing to give it to you. Anybody can listen to your problems. A friend will give you advice to try to make you feel better. A best friend will tell you the truth-good, bad, or ugly.

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A true friend is one who sticks to you through thick or thin unconditionally. Someone you can always bank upon even in the times of adversities. They are often your best critics just for the sake of your own betterment. They don’t mind being right in your face and telling you where are you actually going wrong. In the words of Francois de La Rochefoucauld, “A true friend is the greatest of all blessings, and that which we take the least care of all to acquire.” A true friend loves you for what you are and not what you ought to be. A true friend should always be cherished. A true friend knows you in and out and is always there to back you even while you are up against the odds. According to William Penn, “A true friend freely, advises justly, assists readily, adventures boldly, takes all patiently, defends courageously, and continues a friend unchangeably.”

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Oct 14, 2013

Oct 14, 2013 at 7:36 AM UTC

True friend

A true friend is one who sticks to you through thick or thin unconditionally. Someone you can always bank upon even in the times of adversities. They are often your best critics just for the sake of your own betterment. They don’t mind being right in your face and telling you where are you actually going wrong. In the words of Francois de La Rochefoucauld, “A true friend is the greatest of all blessings, and that which we take the least care of all to acquire.” A true friend loves you for what you are and not what you ought to be. A true friend should always be cherished. A true friend knows you in and out and is always there to back you even while you are up against the odds. According to William Penn, “A true friend freely, advises justly, assists readily, adventures boldly, takes all patiently, defends courageously, and continues a friend unchangeably.”

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"I love the way her hair falls on her shoulders I love the way she cuddled when it's colder I love the way she smiled at me I love the way her eyes are ****** I love the way she laughed out loudly I love her, even when she's cranky I love the way she's so moody I love the way she effortlessly looks lovely I love the way she holds her phone I love the way she makes it feel like home I love the way she stands when she's shy I love the way she went to me to cry I love the way she talks I love the way she likes to kick rocks I love the way she gets all excited I love the way we were, reunited I love the way she makes weird faces I love the way her moles are in all places I love the way she's emotional at times I love the way she's so good at rhymes I love the way she thinks about every tweet I love the way she's nervous about people she meets I love the way she fantasizes about food I love the way she does so much good I love how you've showed me life (in the most amazing way ever) I love how you said "I love you forever" I love how you noticed when I'm faking being fine I love how I love you and you were mine"

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Oct 14, 2013

Oct 14, 2013 at 7:32 AM UTC

Todmel

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Lost the sheen in your eyes when you looked at me was gone you no longer cared when I talked about the things I loved your touches became cold and I started to freeze even while under your blankets my voice became a whisper and I got lost in the wind

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Oct 14, 2013

Oct 14, 2013 at 7:27 AM UTC

Djo

Lost the sheen in your eyes when you looked at me was gone you no longer cared when I talked about the things I loved your touches became cold and I started to freeze even while under your blankets my voice became a whisper and I got lost in the wind

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