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May 2013 · 459
Who's to blame
AGrace May 2013
They say love is patient, love is kind;
but how can I explain that I fell for you after seeing you the first time?
I feel crazy, I sound insane;
but it's not my fault, you make me feel this way.


                                                                  A.G.S
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May 2013 · 452
Her hands
AGrace May 2013
The night went on for so long,
I had no suspicion that my thoughts of you would end up all wrong.
You touched me in ways that temporarily healed my pain.
You caressed my skin and begged me to let you in.
I never liked to let people have their way with me, but with those hands of yours,

I would allow you you to get away with anything.


                                                              A.­G.S
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May 2013 · 7.3k
I won't let you down
AGrace May 2013
I know deep down you're scared.
You've been driven down broken roads before.
I could easily be another to steer you there.
I can't find enough ways to express how much I care.
I never want to hurt you, this I swear. I'm in this for a reason.
I wouldn't give myself like this, if I was not ready to commit.
I want to be the woman to hold you down, be there to help keep you ground.
I'm prepared for anything we face. I want to be a team.
I know together, there's nothing we can't face.
Believe in me, believe in this.

I want you to be the one I turn to each and every night for a goodnight kiss.

                                                          ­        A.G.S
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May 2013 · 1.0k
FaceTime will do, for now.
AGrace May 2013
As we're staring at each other, I listen to the sounds of thunder rolling off the mountains.
I imagine you are here with me, snuggled and tucked under the covers; holding each other and feeling something,almost like lovers. If I listen closely, I can hear you breathe, which brings me back to how it felt to listen to your heat beat, while my head was on your chest and you had fallen fast asleep.

                                                                      A.G.S
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May 2013 · 476
No longer
AGrace May 2013
You don't get to me anymore.
You words, your expressions- they used to repeat in my head over and over again.
This time I can hardly even remember your dialog, it hasn't even been that long.
I am free of all the sick, unreal feelings I once had for you.
No longer can you break my heart in two.

My world no longer revolves around you.


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May 2013 · 551
I'll do me.
AGrace May 2013
Most of my peers are trying to run as fast as they can to the finish line of adulthood while I'm just dancing my way through it, taking my time. I want to live in the moment and soak up as much knowledge and experience as I possibly can. At this age, god, it seems like my life has just begun. Many of my elders warned me about this patch in life; they told me too many stories that started with, "what if" or "why didn't I?" They reminded me to make sure I live each day as if tomorrow doesn't exist. More importantly they taught me to never live a lie. So the next time you see me on a different page, remember I'm just acting my age. My tomorrow isn't guaranteed, but one thing I know for sure is that I've lived my life free and with happiness.

                                                                         A.G.S
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May 2013 · 454
Him.
AGrace May 2013
You're silly and not very particular.
I love your style and how you're not afraid to be who you are.
Your eyes, so beautiful and dark, yet they shine brighter than the stars.
Your smile, so genuine and soft. It's so contagious, who would ever want to wipe it off?
Your skin, it's like it had a world of its own, so many stories to tell, so many things I want to know. Your hands, so strong and sturdy- but not the kind that would hurt me.
Your arms and legs, tight and toned, they have been to so many places, ill never know.
You as a whole, are a beautiful mystery.
I now know so much about the outside, but who's inside is who I'm really trying to see.
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May 2013 · 737
This Mother's life
AGrace May 2013
It may be just another famous prescription name to you, but for her, her medicine is a lot like glue. It’s the only thing that keeps her together. She suffers day in and day out; I guess you could say she’s permanently under the weather.

She had been a waitress her whole life, and when she was my age, I’m sure she never imagined that due to a careless accident, her life would forever be changed. You see, what happened that day was in someone else’s hands, if they had listened to the request; her life and body wouldn’t have to go on in such distress.  

They should have cleaned the water up, they should have been more cautious. Coming through the doors that night, her back smacked onto the ground; it was in that moment she knew something was terribly wrong, for her back made a disturbing sound. She got up and carried on. She figured she would wait to have it checked out; hoping by morning the pain would be gone. She worked through the agony, because no work meant no money.

Turned out the damage was worse than she thought, the bad news turned her stomach into knots. Doctor after doctor, they all wanted to operate, she didn’t want to, afraid of the end results, but several different doctors told her she really shouldn’t wait. They said it wouldn’t be easy but with steady hands, a new tailbone is what they could create. She should have never let them touch her.

Ten years and nine surgeries later, her life and family have been changed forever. Not to mention, her back looks like a zipper.

Something like this may not seem too serious, but try having your life slowly stripped away from you. Being limited to everything you’re allowed to do. You be told you can’t ever work and provide for your family again. You live most of your life having to lye in your bed. She can walk just fine, but every single step is a reminder of all the pain and suffering she can never leave behind. Each movement reminds her that even though she is able, on government documents she is not only 45 but also disabled.

This isn’t the kind of life anyone would imagine his or hers to be, but with her family and good company, she smiles through the day and reminds herself that everything will be okay. She must get by for her daughters; she tries so hard not to lot let the pain get in her way.

This woman is my mother. We may not always get along, but I will always love her like no other. She is so strong and brave; I pray everyday that God can make her pain go away. Praying isn’t ever enough. It’s not fair for someone so good to have a life this rough. I pray that she always continues to pull through, even when it seems impossible to do. Mom, I love you.

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May 2013 · 468
Street lights
AGrace May 2013
The night was cold, but she held me tight.
We walked along the path that had less streetlight.
Somehow walking together in the dark felt right?
She whispered out that she couldn't help herself..
And that it had been on her mind.
By the time I could ask what she meant, our lips, they met.
She grabbed my face and had me look her in the eyes...
To ask me why my kiss made her feel something inside.
She kissed me again, moaning and making me feel like the world around us had stopped.
We tried to keep walking toward our destination, but our lips stayed locked.
My mind was so involved but yet a voice floated in my thoughts.
How could this stranger feel so good pressed up against me?
It was like she was on a mission to feel every inch of my beauty.
Normally this type of situation would have me feeling guilty.
Instead instinctively my gut told me; the same thing might be going through her head.

God, please forgive me, this beautiful soul and I are making our way into my bed.

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