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 Feb 2019 larissa
josie
fitting
 Feb 2019 larissa
josie
your name
rolls off
the tip of my tongue
so easily
I think
I was born to say it
over and over and over
 Oct 2018 larissa
Sara Jean Hood
It is an extraordinary thing.
To be human.
To have faculties shift more easily than windswept fields.
To shake with wanting.
To cry with joy.
To breathe deeply.
Consciously.
To feel heat rise within your cheeks as tears fill your eyes, brimming with some emotion unrecognized.
To feel warmth flood you after grateful words are spoken.
It is an extraordinary thing.
To be human.
 Oct 2018 larissa
Lemonade
Her.
 Oct 2018 larissa
Lemonade
she is a happy ending,
not everyone can wait for.
 Sep 2018 larissa
alex
either i am very bad
at being human
or i am far
far
too good at it.
sad and lonely lonely lonely
 Sep 2018 larissa
She Writes
You asked me why I like you
But I didn’t want to tell
Some of my reasons are cheesy...
But here is why I fell

I love the way your lips curve
When I make you smile
It makes me want to pull you close
And kiss you for awhile

I love the way your eyes twinkle
When you talk about things you love
I truely believe
You are a gift from above

I love that you are compassionate
You have such a big heart
That was the first thing I noticed
Right from the start

I love the way it feels
When you hold me tight
I finally feel safe
Like I could sleep through the night

I love that you don’t judge me
For my less than perfect self
That is more attractive
Than any amount of wealth

There are so many more reasons
But I’ll start with just this few
Maybe someday
I’ll give this poem to you

:)
 Sep 2018 larissa
b e mccomb
at 4 in the
morning the sun
is never up
but i usually am

i worry
about things
that are out of
my control
even more about
things that are

get up early
when i work
and earlier
when i don’t
the older i get the
more i learn
sometimes you
need to cry it out

alone
at night
into your pillow
the blankets
wrapped all
around you

sometimes you
need to cry
and cry
and cry

until the morning
sun falls across
the tears dried
under your lashes

and the lump
in your throat has
dissolved so you can
breathe with ease

you need to get up
let hot water
wash it away
let the steam rising
from your mug soften
any sorrow left around
your morning eyes
take a deep breath
don’t mention it
to anyone

and
just
keep
going

i will
just
keep
going
copyright 9/7/18 b. e. mccomb
 Sep 2018 larissa
solfang
The eyes you stared
aren't the same shade,
the hands you held
aren't the same size,
your heartbeats
aren't the same rhythm,
and with that,
I'll never replace her
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