sierra-simon - Hello Poetry

My hair is being pulled by the stars again Just in the moment your eyes let go of mine Wandering is a soul that loves what doesn't love it. Thrashing me endlessly from each edge of my existence Until what's left dies - A memory slowly blurring away Rippling steadily until there's no trace at all How can something that makes you feel so alive just die?

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Feb 25, 2013

Feb 25, 2013 at 6:36 PM UTC

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My hair is being pulled by the stars again Just in the moment your eyes let go of mine Wandering is a soul that loves what doesn't love it. Thrashing me endlessly from each edge of my existence Until what's left dies - A memory slowly blurring away Rippling steadily until there's no trace at all How can something that makes you feel so alive just die?

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In an unfortunate series of events I watched my dreams for us dash and collide like a thousand super novae explosions My memories of you are the only things that sustain me

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Feb 8, 2013

Feb 8, 2013 at 10:08 AM UTC

People always leave

In an unfortunate series of events I watched my dreams for us dash and collide like a thousand super novae explosions My memories of you are the only things that sustain me

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Crease by crease Line by line Day by day I built character, I got older, a little more tattered by the stipulations of life Time passed and I changed. I met you My shade of white seemed to brighten that day, you weaved through every crease and smudge on me, dissecting the defining moments of my life You loved them all, you loved the imperfection of me, and for that i told you how the imperfections came to be You touched me without laying a finger on my body You lit a fire inside of me that has embers still glowing hot And I know it's inevitable that this can't last forever I just hope it outlasts me- but if not- it's beautiful if just for a moment. Because I'm paper, no matter who tries to flatten me out and smooth me straight, they'll see the ways you touched me, I'll never be the same.

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Feb 7, 2013

Feb 7, 2013 at 1:29 AM UTC

I wear you on my skin

Crease by crease Line by line Day by day I built character, I got older, a little more tattered by the stipulations of life Time passed and I changed. I met you My shade of white seemed to brighten that day, you weaved through every crease and smudge on me, dissecting the defining moments of my life You loved them all, you loved the imperfection of me, and for that i told you how the imperfections came to be You touched me without laying a finger on my body You lit a fire inside of me that has embers still glowing hot And I know it's inevitable that this can't last forever I just hope it outlasts me- but if not- it's beautiful if just for a moment. Because I'm paper, no matter who tries to flatten me out and smooth me straight, they'll see the ways you touched me, I'll never be the same.

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Your sitting in my car when I leave school Your lying in my bed when I come home Your singing with me when I shower Your reflection is in my mirror as I dress Your presence is everywhere, always It's on my stained sheets and my wrinkled shirt It's in the smell of my pillow and the perfume seeping from my pores Its Your finger prints on every door leading to me It's the thoughts of you that never leave my mind It's in the tears that flow across my face as I fall asleep -But most importantly It's in the memories I cherish because I was with you, you were mine to love

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Feb 5, 2013

Feb 5, 2013 at 10:20 AM UTC

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Your sitting in my car when I leave school Your lying in my bed when I come home Your singing with me when I shower Your reflection is in my mirror as I dress Your presence is everywhere, always It's on my stained sheets and my wrinkled shirt It's in the smell of my pillow and the perfume seeping from my pores Its Your finger prints on every door leading to me It's the thoughts of you that never leave my mind It's in the tears that flow across my face as I fall asleep -But most importantly It's in the memories I cherish because I was with you, you were mine to love

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I feel like I've been trying to work on trust for the past year and a half. Trust in taking a leap of faith Trust in the fact that the unexpected could be coming Trust in those around me that they'll catch me when I fall, Trust in myself But really, all we can do as humans is keep moving forward, everyday. Breathe through the moments. Isn't that enough? Aren't we enough?

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Feb 4, 2013

Feb 4, 2013 at 4:49 PM UTC

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I feel like I've been trying to work on trust for the past year and a half. Trust in taking a leap of faith Trust in the fact that the unexpected could be coming Trust in those around me that they'll catch me when I fall, Trust in myself But really, all we can do as humans is keep moving forward, everyday. Breathe through the moments. Isn't that enough? Aren't we enough?

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Do you ever wonder that maybe she has an extra vein to her heart, and that's why she's longing for love? Has it ever crossed your mind that he might not be allowed to choose his own faith, and that's why he's confused? Does anyone ever stop to think that we all really might be different? In ways we can't even see, in ways we couldn't relate to. There's more than meets the eye, and for those things, accept.

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Feb 3, 2013

Feb 3, 2013 at 11:18 PM UTC

Accept

Do you ever wonder that maybe she has an extra vein to her heart, and that's why she's longing for love? Has it ever crossed your mind that he might not be allowed to choose his own faith, and that's why he's confused? Does anyone ever stop to think that we all really might be different? In ways we can't even see, in ways we couldn't relate to. There's more than meets the eye, and for those things, accept.

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