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HONOR

Keep your word fearless
And build a life strong with
Truth
a man lives to prove


CHIVALRY

The selfless kind, road
Warrior of deeper hearts,
Pursues (his) golden worth.
silence is a telling voice
gentle hearts do hear 
 
with hush of bated breath,
as season’s end,
inner tides grow low

longing eyes whisper
in wordless tears
the passing of love
grown cold                                    

raindrops taste
like wistful tears,
without the ache

when your sky comes falling down ...**
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 *wild is the wind
it's hard to say when you love someone
but it's harder to say you don't
when you discover someone loves you
for all that you are not
 Oct 2016 Without sender
brittany
it's a long, strange road
that links present me and past me together.
if i had to describe autumn in one word,
it would be painful.
lovely, yet painful memories that i miss the most are the same ones i push farthest away from me.
so i always tell myself i wont get thrown off by autumn this year,
but i always end up basking in all
its nostalgic glory.
 Oct 2016 Without sender
Mae
Please
I just badly
need to know
**Was it enough?
I really can't afford to fail another one..
 Oct 2016 Without sender
Vaelente
It's a sedative,
a heavy dose of morphine,
and I am falling into the slow-
bleak.
It cleans out my veins
of all the dirt,
scrubs my throat soft,
spilling out my mouth
in blurs.
Pulse static under my eyes,
oh the little voices
speak quietly now.
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I hate when you leave the toilet seat up
Or how you spill toothpaste over the sink
I hate finding your clothes hung over furniture
And how you sleep pushed up against my back
Radiating your heat all through the night
I hate even more waking and realizing you're gone
I still can't bring myself to erase the signs of you
It's been a hundred and twenty days since you left
A hundred and twenty days since I last saw you
A hundred and twenty days since I touched you
I remember staying up late at night
You said you'd travel to the most distant places
With or without me
I never thought you'd actually do it
A hundred and twenty days since you left
I still feel you pushed up against me at night
And I wake to an empty spot on the bed
With a matching pain in my heart
While grief is the only one I wake up to
A hundred and twenty days since your death
Shared on Hello Poetry on October 7, 2017
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