zaira-dianaWhisper

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AfterWhen I see your smile, / and I know it’s not for me, / that’s when I’ll miss you.
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Nov 7, 2013
AndyBaby, no cancer’s / getting the best of you. We’ll / beat it together.
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Jun 17, 2013
A Simple HelloI have always felt compassion and empathy for the kids I see at school walking alone, eating alone, for the ones that sit in the back of the room while everyone bullies them. I did not take the time to really think about the extent of their pain. Then, one day I thought, what if I did take a moment out of my time to simply say hello to someone without a friend or stop and chat with someone sitting by herself? And I did. It felt good to brighten up someone else’s day, someone else’s life. How did I know I did? Because I remembered the day a simple kind hello changed my life forever.
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Jun 18, 2013
Be a RobotI wish you’re a robot, / I would open you up, / cross some wires, blue to red
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Jun 17, 2013
Bled and dried.Your absence / I can taste / whenever I wake
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May 13, 2014
Bogart's BonesI saw old friend Bogart awhile ago / in pieces and fragments / of old, preserved bones
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Jul 13, 2013
ChoicesMy choice as a young lass / is very essential; it will bring / permanent changes in my life.
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Jun 20, 2013
CozyAt night I pretend / my pillow is your chest, it / helps me fall asleep.
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Jun 18, 2013
Dearest SummerSummer, / these are the lyrics to our song: / (it’s an instrumental)
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Jun 19, 2013
Father: A Daughter's First LoveHe is there to spill tears of happiness when his eyes fall upon his infant daughter. He is there with arms to catch her when she takes her first steps or stumbles. He is there to teach her at the youngest age, even though she might not understand half of it. He is there to help her color inside the lines, make her grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup, and tie her shoes. He is there to hug her and kiss her on her first days of school, and to walk her in if need be. He is there to teach her and tease her and laugh with her. He is always there to embarrass her, but that’s part of life. He is there to tell her to go ask her mother, when her mother told her to ask him. He is there to lecture her, prepare her for the monster called high school. He is there to put up with her teenage moods and her co-ed relationships. He is there to approve, disapprove, accept and forgive. He is there to give her a big bundle of flowers when she graduates, to smile when her name is called and feel proud. He is there to embrace her and kiss her before she goes to live and learn a thousand miles away. He is there to see her become a workingwoman, to walk her down the aisle (or not, if her independence and stubbornness prevail after all). He is there to watch her grow as the lines on his face grow. He is there to welcome her home, always, and let her hug him and smell the smell she remembers from childhood, the warm, protecting, comforting smell of dad. But most of all, he is always there to love her. And she is always there to love him back.
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Jun 22, 2013
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