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  Jan 2015 Katherine schemelski
torrey
I've always liked the idea
of waking up on your skin
early in the morning
Sheets wrinkled from our deep sleep
The sun barely beaming
through the cracks in my blinds
Your fingertips tickling my spine
Such a beautiful sight
Two kids, so innocent, so young
Their hearts start to fall in sync
Only thing to be heard was their breathing
and his sleep
I miss you
This isnt real. This it's all a bad dream. But the only way out isn't as easy as it seems. If I fail I'm stuck here forever and if I don't then another dream will be never.
Tossing and turning, sleep evades me
The thought of her pure dress
As I sip my warm white tea
My love becomes less and less

My eyes shall not close
To be filled with desires which are false
Dreams that make me smile
Fall into a deep trial

I desire hate
This love is a curse
To want a ***** as a mate
Wealth filled purse

I give everything
I want something
Phone in hand dialing Nick Caraway
I love you is what I say
Usually... I write personal problems, rants etc.. But for English we had to write a poem relating to Gatsby. I thought it would be comedic if Gatsby and Nick got together so enjoy. This is from Gatsby's perspective
Would you shut up for five seconds?
I wish I could say this to your face,
But you'd demolish my feelings.
Lecture me about my age.

I don't have to grow up yet.
Better yet, I refuse to.
Age is just a number to me.
I ignore your opinions, I have my own views.
I hate it..
If I let people see my true colors
They hate me and I look weak
If I don't they don't understand me...
XVI
I miss actually loving someone
Falling deep in their eyes
Losing yourself
I miss falling asleep
To the sweet dreams of you
Now I use love
To get high
I don't love him
But he gives me the objects to get high
Its the only time I feel alive
Ever since you left me
Ever since you took me out of your life
To the girls who are secretly so broken
You WILL be alright
I know you have scars on your soul
Maybe your heart
Possibly your wrists
None of this is your fault
And even if you think it is
Let it go
Not that you can, that easily
But try
I know you are broken
I know you're not okay
Especially when people ask how you are and you answer "I'm fine"
When what you really mean is "I'm alive"
But what do you really care about your own survival anymore
Well I just want you to know
There is beauty in broken glass
And to me
There is immeasurable beauty
In broken girls
So don't you ever forget
You cannot be defined by pain
You're too beautiful for that
Stay strong, broken girl
Nothing is ever really broken
Repost if you are a broken girl. So this message may reach as many of you as possible.

I am here for you. I may just be a sloth but if you message me: I'm fine.
Just randomly it will be our code for "I'm not fine at all" and I will be there for you.
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