natashajq - Hello Poetry

-- 1. You're the sweater I would wear in the middle of July 2. I see you in every reflection in the deepest of puddles 3. I sketch you onto any canvas just to feel whole again 4. You are my mother's favorite flowers 5. You kiss my ex's name out of my mouth 6. My fondest memory of you was the way your hands felt the first time they were mine 7. I found a perfect bench for us 8. Nothing was ever the same

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Aug 26, 2015

Aug 26, 2015 at 1:59 PM UTC

Ways to say I love you without saying love pt. 2

-- 1. You're the sweater I would wear in the middle of July 2. I see you in every reflection in the deepest of puddles 3. I sketch you onto any canvas just to feel whole again 4. You are my mother's favorite flowers 5. You kiss my ex's name out of my mouth 6. My fondest memory of you was the way your hands felt the first time they were mine 7. I found a perfect bench for us 8. Nothing was ever the same

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Once again I am attracted to something so forbidden

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Aug 11, 2015

Aug 11, 2015 at 10:21 AM UTC

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Once again I am attracted to something so forbidden

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We took a drive around town to places we've never been and all signs read: SLOW BUMP STEEP HILL STOP CAUTION-- FLAMMABLE NO TRESPASSING TOXIC HAZARD PRIVATE PROPERTY DO NOT ENTER RESERVED DEAD END WHEN FLOODED TURN AROUND DON'T DROWN

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Aug 2, 2015

Aug 2, 2015 at 1:43 AM UTC

Signs

We took a drive around town to places we've never been and all signs read: SLOW BUMP STEEP HILL STOP CAUTION-- FLAMMABLE NO TRESPASSING TOXIC HAZARD PRIVATE PROPERTY DO NOT ENTER RESERVED DEAD END WHEN FLOODED TURN AROUND DON'T DROWN

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She made a painting out of me Not to say that I was a new canvas, but that I could still be used Like I'm her favorite time to waste her days Reckless with her brushes She took black and spread it across covering all the white It's never just black and white with her, just grays and blues Mostly blues The crystal clear tear blues The deep water I can't swim in blues The bruise blues I mean it's just a painting, right? Her masterpiece

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Jul 27, 2015

Jul 27, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC

Artist to Artist

She made a painting out of me Not to say that I was a new canvas, but that I could still be used Like I'm her favorite time to waste her days Reckless with her brushes She took black and spread it across covering all the white It's never just black and white with her, just grays and blues Mostly blues The crystal clear tear blues The deep water I can't swim in blues The bruise blues I mean it's just a painting, right? Her masterpiece

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Poor little rich boy. 25 hours a day. He's happy when he's sad. He could do it in his sleep. She said too much, but not enough. It's a reminder, he won't remember. They can start at the end Living dead

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May 4, 2015

May 4, 2015 at 1:03 AM UTC

Contradictions please

Poor little rich boy. 25 hours a day. He's happy when he's sad. He could do it in his sleep. She said too much, but not enough. It's a reminder, he won't remember. They can start at the end Living dead

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She asks, "Do you have tsunamis where you live?" - Yes. "What's it like?" - You couldn't imagine - You don't know an ocean that washes up bodies - The monster under your bed - The one mommy and daddy can't save you from - The Red Sea - Salty lungs - Last breaths - A new scar - An old story - New beginnings - It's here ... - You're right in front of her

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Mar 30, 2015

Mar 30, 2015 at 1:23 AM UTC

Tsunami

She asks, "Do you have tsunamis where you live?" - Yes. "What's it like?" - You couldn't imagine - You don't know an ocean that washes up bodies - The monster under your bed - The one mommy and daddy can't save you from - The Red Sea - Salty lungs - Last breaths - A new scar - An old story - New beginnings - It's here ... - You're right in front of her

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