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 May 2016 Juliet
Shelby Azilda
There was a long period of time where I was not fond of my name.
My name was just an identity that was ****** upon me at birth.
I had no connection to it.
My name was just a phrase people would use to get my attention.
But when my name escaped your lips  I couldn't help but fall in love with it.
 May 2016 Juliet
Marhia Cruz
If I knew what love was,
I'd feel it,
Right?
If I knew what love is,
I'd find it easily...
Right?
If I knew what love is...
Would I still have found you?
Cuz if I knew what love is,
I'd find it in your smile,
Your warm hands and playful laugh.
I'd find it in the way you fix your hair;
In your voice and the way you look at me.
If I knew what love is...
I'd know I found it.
He might be what I've been missing. And I'm scared to feel something old in a new person.
how could I know
that your presence
your touch
your taste
your smile
your lips on my neck
could possibly be so addictive?
forbidden love is a *****
 May 2016 Juliet
Ishita
My brain knew we weren't meant to be together,
but my heart couldn't stop making promises either.
Thursday,19/5/2016.
Just a little try on lost love.
 May 2016 Juliet
Snigdha Banerjee
I'd rather be paper,
And I mean this with every word,
I know this sounds like a contrary,
But my decision is firm.

Because darling', people can write upon you,
Stories of pain and remorse they wish to let go,
You can be their solace in this dying breath,
Say, has not ever paper made you feel home?

Then somebody can play origami, you know,
They could turn me into a butterfly,
So before this paper girl flys away with the wind,
I'd have my wings to shoot across the sky.

And I'd rather have a paper heart,
I'd rather be fragile than strong,
Because darling', just listen to me once,
Aren't strong the people who've been hurting weak for so long?

Yes, I'd rather get hurt than hurt the millions,
Because if you didn't know and if you didn't see, fragile is how we start.
And fragile is beauty, beauty born from pain,
Just take my own and hand me over a paper heart.
Doesn't it !?
 May 2016 Juliet
Enola Cabrera
You gave me your eyes
With which I saw your past
Both the love and hate you have endured
And the wisdom you obtained

You gave me your hair
With which I saw the years you have lived
And the damage done to your soul

You gave me your arm
With which I saw the strength you have gained
And the lengthy scars that cut deeper than the flesh

You gave me your heart
With which I saw your shattered pieces taped together
I saw the pain that strained your vulnerable heart
But most of all I saw your ability to love after all of the heartache

-EC
You treasure hearts
Because they’re easy to love
As long as you keep
Living
I treasure minds
Because they change my world
Long after their hearts stop
Beating
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