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In time you'll just stop caring about whether or not that one person is moved on or miserable and focus on yourself more.
People say that they will do anything to protect the one they love, when being the type of person that they should be protecting them from.
Love shouldn't be fed to
with a spoon to satisfy your needs
I've never been hurt this way before,
Before that very night.
When everything became a blur,
And you went out of sight.

I think because I love you so much,
Is the reason it hurts so much when we fight.
I never meant to hurt you at all,
And now I'm sitting to write.

To write an apology,
In hopes that you'll forgive me.
All I want is to forget yesterday,
And to use the key.

I gave you the key to my heart,
Because I love you dearly.
Now's the time to unlock my heart,
I mean this sincerely.

Whenever I say I love you,
You say that you love me too.
I believe it every time,
That your love for me is true.

We shouldn't have fought that way,
Not in this life time or the next.
I love you too much not to apologize,
And leave you feeling vexed.

I am so so sorry,
For everything I said.
I hope you will forgive me,
Is going through my head.

I know this poem isn't much,
But it says what I wanted to say.
My love for you continues to grow,
Each and every day.
To my love,
I'm sorry from the bottom of my heart. I hope that this poem proves that to you
We are surrounded by humanity in this bus. We are breathing one another in and yet out eyes are glued to our screens and our minds are drowning in utter crap. We consider it to be socializing if the other person is typing. I suppose it is in a way, but nothing will ever compensate for the touch of a hand or the real, unaltered laugh of a relative stranger because they could become a friend. It breaks my heart to see so many people absorbed by technology rather than a decent conversation. Yes I am aware I'm a hypocrite because I am typing this, but how else may I get it across to the rest of the world? We can't all read the same piece of paper...
 Jan 2016 The Winter Jester
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they come in the eve of night

or even up your sleeve at daylight,

they have one mission,

and one mission only.

To destroy, take, or darken your soul

for that's their deadly role.

they take the art from your eyes

and replace it with darkness from the skies,

you ask them why,

and they just sigh

oh they just sigh in evil sigh.

they dig into your flesh, until they find your soul

as soon as they finally find it

they rip out your soul

eat it whole

and you're dead.

they said

you're still breathing but just artistically dead.

you're still living, but at the same time you're not.

you're still alive, but at the same time you just died.

she cried, and cried.

she no longer saw colours dancing

on the canvas of her mind.

she no longer felt the music flow

through her veins,

she only felt blood and pain.

harmonies no longer came out of her

mouth

only doubt, cries, and 'Why!'s

to the innocent skies.

**she was still alive, but at the same time she just died.
this is how i would feel, if any form of art would no longer exist or taken away from me. <3
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