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lauren-hitchcock
lauren-hitchcock
"The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promise to keep, and miles to go before I sleep." -Robert Frost / / Want to read more of my poems? Go here: http://www.wattpad.com/user/DancingInALullaby / / Twitter: https://twitter.com/Lapaige225
but your eyes blaze in the inferno of your soul and stars envy them
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 12:20 PM UTC
Envy
It is when the rain Begins to pour And night dawns That I get this craving To write poetry
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 12:05 PM UTC
Crave
The piano sits abandoned The keys collecting dust And how I wish I knew Just one sweet tune
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 12:04 PM UTC
Piano
It was your eyes I fell for first Like a liquid forest fire They were windows to your soul And a portal to your heart
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
Wishing
you stopped listening and so I stopped singing
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Oct 26, 2014
Oct 26, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
Listen
Why are you crying? I’m not. You are. Do you cry from sadness? I’m not crying. I see the tears, dripping from your cheeks. I see the pain in your eyes. Why are you lying? I am not lying. You are. Do you lie out of spite? I’m not lying. I see how your nose crinkles, You will not look me in the eye. Why won’t you let me help? I don’t need help. You do. You need someone to hold you when you cry. I’m not crying. You are. I don’t want to listen to you anymore. And yet you still listen, Because you know I’m right. And you don’t want to turn away The only one who cares. I don’t need you. Even that sounds fake To your own ears. What do you want from me? I want you to let me hold you, To share in your pain. You don’t have to be afraid to show weakness. It lets me know that You are only human. You’re right. I am crying. I know. And that’s okay.
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Oct 11, 2014
Oct 11, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
You Are Only Human
Standing there, unshed tears, sadness stroking my heart Numb to the world, thoughts a strewn, confusion blight and bleary Watching the woman, in the casket, shaking as we part What could I do, to overcome this, when all I feel is weary Dead and gone, a victim of the night, affronted to the day All that's left of her is memories, as I turned and walked away
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Oct 12, 2013
Oct 12, 2013 at 2:28 PM UTC
Victim