roark - Hello Poetry

It's 2 am and she's half a world away probably listening to music while dancing under her strung up lights - she doesn't care, and she doesn't want to... the only thing she cares to do, is continue being herself

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Jun 5, 2018

Jun 5, 2018 at 2:49 AM UTC

2 am

It's 2 am and she's half a world away probably listening to music while dancing under her strung up lights - she doesn't care, and she doesn't want to... the only thing she cares to do, is continue being herself

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She and I stayed up all through the night, smoking and getting high - while we lived out our wildest dreams not wanting to wake up

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Jun 5, 2018

Jun 5, 2018 at 12:11 AM UTC

She and I

She and I stayed up all through the night, smoking and getting high - while we lived out our wildest dreams not wanting to wake up

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The blonde girl with the tall black socks, curled up on the couch - pen and paper in hand, with her imagination running wild

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Jun 3, 2018

Jun 3, 2018 at 6:46 PM UTC

CPT

The blonde girl with the tall black socks, curled up on the couch - pen and paper in hand, with her imagination running wild

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There's a ghost in the woods some say a girl who's drawn to the music, and every now and again I'll follow her into the deepest parts of the forest, And I'll watch her as she moves with all the help from the afterglow, but maybe this time she'll hear me and ask to dance through the snow,

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Mar 14, 2018

Mar 14, 2018 at 1:01 AM UTC

As We Danced Through The Snow

There's a ghost in the woods some say a girl who's drawn to the music, and every now and again I'll follow her into the deepest parts of the forest, And I'll watch her as she moves with all the help from the afterglow, but maybe this time she'll hear me and ask to dance through the snow,

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It didn't take long for me to fall for her, It didn't take long at all... I think it was a mixture between her clean, white sheets and the way she undressed herself, the softness in her voice and how she walked barefoot across the floor, How strange in love I was

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Jan 16, 2018

Jan 16, 2018 at 12:24 AM UTC

Strange in Love

It didn't take long for me to fall for her, It didn't take long at all... I think it was a mixture between her clean, white sheets and the way she undressed herself, the softness in her voice and how she walked barefoot across the floor, How strange in love I was

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I still think about that girl every once in a while. I think about her long black hair, I think about her cat like smile, I think about those long, late nights, when we would just drive around for hours. I think about a lot of things, and some days I can tell that I miss her.... But then I think about all those times when she never felt the same

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Jan 11, 2018

Jan 11, 2018 at 12:40 AM UTC

I still think about that girl

I still think about that girl every once in a while. I think about her long black hair, I think about her cat like smile, I think about those long, late nights, when we would just drive around for hours. I think about a lot of things, and some days I can tell that I miss her.... But then I think about all those times when she never felt the same

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when winter ends, so will I. my heart will melt and my body will become warm. My eyes will glow with the soft spring sun - and everything I see will illuminate in front of them. I'll see things just as they are, and just as they should be. There won't be any need of desire or loneliness, happiness or sadness. Everything will be ok - Everything will be alright.

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Oct 28, 2014

Oct 28, 2014 at 5:40 PM UTC

Substance - Abuse It

when winter ends, so will I. my heart will melt and my body will become warm. My eyes will glow with the soft spring sun - and everything I see will illuminate in front of them. I'll see things just as they are, and just as they should be. There won't be any need of desire or loneliness, happiness or sadness. Everything will be ok - Everything will be alright.

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my heightened sense of awareness over looks the calm space between us, only letting what we want to pass through it - maybe it's a touch, a look, or a word from me to you, it's just how it should be, but your saddened face takes me by surprise when I leave, only to return again to make sure something's there when you're by yourself, because nothing but stillness should make you feel like that. there should always be a space between us. so I tell you this, when we're together - it's just as it should be

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Sep 29, 2014

Sep 29, 2014 at 12:16 PM UTC

From Me To You

my heightened sense of awareness over looks the calm space between us, only letting what we want to pass through it - maybe it's a touch, a look, or a word from me to you, it's just how it should be, but your saddened face takes me by surprise when I leave, only to return again to make sure something's there when you're by yourself, because nothing but stillness should make you feel like that. there should always be a space between us. so I tell you this, when we're together - it's just as it should be

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another glass of red wine fits right in with her red lips, both have a sense of desire, lingering longer and ever so softer, and if in that moment I move toward them like the sun to the horizon, night will begin and I'll lay her back and taste the red of her lips with only an inch between us.

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Jul 5, 2014

Jul 5, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC

Red Wine

another glass of red wine fits right in with her red lips, both have a sense of desire, lingering longer and ever so softer, and if in that moment I move toward them like the sun to the horizon, night will begin and I'll lay her back and taste the red of her lips with only an inch between us.

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I sat around the fire while they told ghost stories how silly, but I was scared. I floated around the fire while they told human stories how silly, they can't possibly be real.

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Apr 18, 2014

Apr 18, 2014 at 2:59 PM UTC

They're Just Stories

I sat around the fire while they told ghost stories how silly, but I was scared. I floated around the fire while they told human stories how silly, they can't possibly be real.

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