val-bellatrix - Hello Poetry

Forget about London, forget about LA Or some sunny exotic island you visited last May And flashback to that winter of young hopeful romance Of our days strolling around the cobbled streets of France Key into the Seine, our love sealed by the locks Feeding bread crumbs to pigeons as they come by the flock Lourdes's faith and divinity approves of our entwined hearts Cannes opens its arms for our new united start But London sticks to your mind And now you live in LA Surfing and lying in the open sun The sunlight is your summer sleigh Concrete streets and tall palm trees There's no more chilly winter breeze And back in France dies our last chance Didn't you hear? They're removing the locks They weigh down the bridge, puts people in danger I guess love can't always last forever Sometimes the burden becomes too much And you burn everything that you touch The time has come to extinguish the flames And that's the end of our little French game

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val-bellatrix

Jun 25, 2015

Jun 25, 2015 at 10:49 AM UTC

liis-belle

France With You

Forget about London, forget about LA Or some sunny exotic island you visited last May And flashback to that winter of young hopeful romance Of our days strolling around the cobbled streets of France Key into the Seine, our love sealed by the locks Feeding bread crumbs to pigeons as they come by the flock Lourdes's faith and divinity approves of our entwined hearts Cannes opens its arms for our new united start But London sticks to your mind And now you live in LA Surfing and lying in the open sun The sunlight is your summer sleigh Concrete streets and tall palm trees There's no more chilly winter breeze And back in France dies our last chance Didn't you hear? They're removing the locks They weigh down the bridge, puts people in danger I guess love can't always last forever Sometimes the burden becomes too much And you burn everything that you touch The time has come to extinguish the flames And that's the end of our little French game

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He said, “I want you.” I then asked him, “Why?” “You’re carefree about everything, “And you always make me smile.” I frowned at his answer Not even knowing how He had found it so quickly Without figuring me out I then knew that was the only side He saw and would like to see And I don’t want to pretend for someone Who wouldn’t want the rest of me

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Jun 25, 2015

Jun 25, 2015 at 10:49 AM UTC

val-bellatrix

Rest of Me

He said, “I want you.” I then asked him, “Why?” “You’re carefree about everything, “And you always make me smile.” I frowned at his answer Not even knowing how He had found it so quickly Without figuring me out I then knew that was the only side He saw and would like to see And I don’t want to pretend for someone Who wouldn’t want the rest of me

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Your name in my dreams Repeating itself over And over again Your initials etched Permanently in my mind P.S, thick in bold And nobody here Will ever figure it out P.S, that’s your name

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Jun 25, 2015

Jun 25, 2015 at 10:48 AM UTC

val-bellatrix

P.S.

Your name in my dreams Repeating itself over And over again Your initials etched Permanently in my mind P.S, thick in bold And nobody here Will ever figure it out P.S, that’s your name

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Let’s stop Time for a moment Why always rush? Reality is a torment Listen to the hush Of complete silence If you listen closely There is always a difference In the way something sounds The way the air feels There is so much that The outside world conceals Why must we be Always keen to go To the next place, why don’t we Ever take things slow? Why don’t we Take time off the frets Savour the little moments We’d otherwise forget? And have you Just skimmed through these words? No time to read aloud You don’t want to be heard Isn’t it just A part of your mind? A system forbidding you To slow or rewind You’ll always skip through Let the words blur your sight And you would continue To read it all quickly No matter How detached Are these Words That I Write.

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val-bellatrix

Jun 24, 2015

Jun 24, 2015 at 12:35 PM UTC

liis-belle

Stop Time for a Moment

Let’s stop Time for a moment Why always rush? Reality is a torment Listen to the hush Of complete silence If you listen closely There is always a difference In the way something sounds The way the air feels There is so much that The outside world conceals Why must we be Always keen to go To the next place, why don’t we Ever take things slow? Why don’t we Take time off the frets Savour the little moments We’d otherwise forget? And have you Just skimmed through these words? No time to read aloud You don’t want to be heard Isn’t it just A part of your mind? A system forbidding you To slow or rewind You’ll always skip through Let the words blur your sight And you would continue To read it all quickly No matter How detached Are these Words That I Write.

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