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  Sep 2016 ms
Madisen Kuhn
you are the song
i want to listen to
in that cliché and timeless
3am moment on the highway
windows rolled
down with the
potential-filled and empty
yet comforting indigo
sky blowing past,
only car on the road
just us, me with my
feet up on the dash,
fingers interlocked with
yours on my lap,
headlights illuminating
the road and trees
ahead, can’t think about
anything else except
for the pulse of the night
and cold air on my skin
and oh God
this is my life and
i feel so alive
ms Sep 2016
im sad
and
all alone now
with my heart
in pieces
as you pass by
without even
batting an eyelash
at me
when i
want to
run and
give you
all of
my love
that you
dont deserve
but i would
anyway.
  Sep 2016 ms
Stephan
.

I saw autumn

reflecting in your
springtime eyes

and knew
as long as I was with you

summer would never end
Part of my Compact Poem series
ms Sep 2016
Row 3, Key 9

{S P A C E}

Row 4, Key 10; Row 3, Key 10; Row 5 Key 5; Row 3, Key 4

{S P A C E}

Row 3, Key 7; Row 4, Key 7; Row 3, Key 10
ms Aug 2016
I've witnessed a woman being taken for granted for years and a man who loved her but never made the time or effort to tell her.

    I've witnessed the fights, the storming off, the blame that a man will put on a woman so he doesn't have to take responsibility.

    I've also seen the love and affection they had for each other when he decided he wanted to make time.

   So eventually she blamed herself because she had grown to think that.
   
    Eventually she got tired of the blame and staying around and supporting him and doing whatever pleased him and she broke.  After she realized what the man had done to her she left.
ms Aug 2016
you can't lie to yourself forever
you need to look in the mirror
decide who you want to be
dont be the person who you think you see,
don't be the person those people have made you see.
ms May 2016
my fingers are always icy,
cold hands
always a purple or red color,
cold hands
my fingers never interlocking with his,
cold hands
But you with your bright eyes and kind smile,
you're all mine
The way you look at me left me with,
warm hands and flushed cheeks

— The End —