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Love is confusing
I really don't get it
Some days I really wish
That I could just forget it
Some days I feel like I'm normal again
That your out of my head
But  then one look in your ocean blue eyes
And that's it
I've fallen in love again
He's really In my head I guess.
One day your branches
Will not stretch
Towards me.
One day your roots
Will recoil.
One day your bows
Will grow to
Abhor me.
One day I will sink
In the soil.
Too much rain will make them drown
I am not Atlas
I cannot bear
The weight
Of the skies
That I am
Under
Suddenly
The world is still and
The flutter of wings
In my stomach
Has hushed
And I can see
You drifting
Before I've felt
Your touch.
Never have I
Known a soul
That mirrored mine
So much.
11/9/16
Remember
When you said
I will always
Have your back

Where was
The warmth
Of your palm
Against my skin
That night
When my spine began
To crumble
And the walls were
Caving in?
11/30/16
It's not about loving the perfect person
but to love the imperfect person
perfectly
The Love Religion...
We were merely
could haves
should haves
and *would haves.
You are worth the risks. We will happen. /cab/late/kiss/home/
5/30
 Apr 2017 Ryan Hoysan
SteffyWeffy
As she walks down the road, she’s sees him. He is sitting on a park bench. The sun is beating down on his face he is an older man.  
She keeps walking by not realizing this man would someday have an important part in her life.
She keeps walking down the streets, she is going to school. She sees the people on the street but do they see her?
Did the older man see her? She sees him every day, wondering why he is there.
Ok, so this isn't really a poem.
It's more like a beginning of a longer story.
If you guys like this, I will post more of the story.
Thanks everyone!
Stay Strong and keep writing!
When heroes are perceived as villains and villains are considered heroes our perception is skewed
Once too many lines are crossed and boundaries are removed. Then cauos ensues and is thus free to rule.Would this even be displayed on the 6 o clock news?
Or would it just be considered necessary collateral damage?
Who would still be left to calculate the final cost on all of us?
I recently watched a movie at a friends house in which the villains were precented as the good guys. That got me to thinking and writing this as a result. I would appreciate your feedback on this poem, my friends. Thank you for taking the time to read this poem.
 Apr 2017 Ryan Hoysan
Kaley
She
 Apr 2017 Ryan Hoysan
Kaley
She
She might be pretty
But I can tell you why
the sun is shining so bright..
Why?..

When birdies fly
The fish's swim through
To reach the sky..


She might be tall
But I am small,
And I can fit right..
into your pocket

Take me anywhere,
Whisper sweet nothing in my ear..


She might be funny
But so am I..
You just can't see it
Through thoses eyes..

Your laughter rare as hayles comet,
On a summer night..


And she will never
know you Like I do..

And she'll never be able to love you,
Through in through..

..

She might have money
But Iv have time..

And I can count on two hands
All that's mine..

..

She might be perfect
But im a go getter,

Genuine, and all the better..
My laugh is real,
My smile is crisp
And my love is Strong.,



She will never know you  
Like I do..

She will never be able to love you
Through and through..

..

Ak.
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