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Such a fickle thing is love
for one it's simple
for another it's their dream

so simple
so complex
so pure

for one it might race
for another it beats
but still pumps blood just the same

Yet for one
its not the mater of what happens
but the time instead
Looks would normally take this title
However
I find it else where

When alone
Surrounded by nature
Flowers blooming
Trees standing tall
Leaves russelling against one another

The soft breeze on my face
The warm sun on my back
A reminder of the unspoken words
That if you listen close
You still hear the words in the wind

The voices of those we miss
Reminders they are still here
No mater how much time has passed

To me
To be at peace
And with family and friends new and old
This is beauty
The hidden beauty most forgot now
Innocent questions
Lead to understanding
Favor growing
Roots deepening
East she went
To follow her duties

But when she asked you to join
You snapped and barked
Shut her down without a second thought
Your view had to be law

But the confusion grew
Why say one is a sinner
And should not be loved
When on a page it states
To love thy neighbor
And other says to love one another

If the beginning and end
Are one of the same
They why harp on simple things
Instead of following them as laws
As you state

Why must your mind be narrow
But demand other to be open about you
Isn't that counteracting
This book you hold?
It was the wind that brought her to him.
She was the wind itself.
Playful, mischievous, coming and going whenever it wanted.
and just like the wind
She was impossible
To pin down
Underneath the layers of charm and smiles
He was flawed
Cracked like a porcelain cup
In rough hands
I chased after you
But you disappeared
And I never had a chance
To catch up

For I couldn’t follow you
Where you were going

You weren’t going to
The ends of Earth
You were going beyond

But you needn’t worry
It might take me a
Little while

But one day
I’ll follow you
There as well
I miss the feeling of excitement
Of not being able to sleep because I’m too busy waiting for tomorrow
Of furiously reading a book to know the ending
And that feeling has slowly waned over the years
And now with school out
I have nothing to look forward to
I’m only 15, but I’m already so tired
I miss wanting to be awake
Even if it’s just for a little while longer
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