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Ben
Congratulations, you finally broke me.
 Jan 2016 WiltingMoon
Day
tick tock
 Jan 2016 WiltingMoon
Day
counting,
waiting,
contemplating,

all this time
is quickly
fading

blinking
staring
strength is wearing

time goes by
much to fast
nothing ever seems to last

breathing
falling
death is calling

breathe in
breath out
no time for doubt
There is a knock on my door at 2:00 am
I know who it is, an old friend that always shows up at my door
He knows I don't want to talk, but he walks in anyway
For every night at this time, he asks me a question
"whats worse, dying from hydration or drowning?"
 Jan 2016 WiltingMoon
Bunhead17
The dark side of the moon looks like an abandoned child...

Craters and dust, left alone in the wild.

The dark side of the moon looks like
a single mother with bruises on her face...

*And a motherless child
lost out in space.
Copyright 2015
Short poem. If this poem trends then we'll make a part two.
-
if you can't feel love
then
you are only breathing*

not living

©IGMS
because
to live
means
to love
 Jan 2016 WiltingMoon
Nick Moser
I met a man last night.

He said "My name is Orrow. Tom Orrow."

And all I said was, "Please be good to me."
What a strange gentleman he is.
 Jan 2016 WiltingMoon
Emma Livry
You are the only one who can make me happy,
Yet you are the only one close enough to cause me pain.
Is it worth it?
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