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Some loves are not meant to be.

No matter how beautiful
And yet,
dark.
...
Those three little beads going up and down
...
Seeming to go slower
...
Until all together they are gone
...
..
.
A.C.
He was my Angle,
I thought he had come to save me.
But his wangs were not made of fathers but of bones and his heart of cole. Of a fire that died out long ago, now with no warmth left to give. What happened to make him this way, this Angel of Bitterness.
A.C
I know you would have never been my home,

But at least I would have liked to haved tried....
A.C.
I love you Hello Poetry*
because you showed me that there are people out there who care,
that there are people out there who are so beautifully broken that it hurts to see them in *pain
because they are just so stunning.
I love you Hello Poetry
not only for showing me the most amazing people this world has ever seen but for developing me as a poet. For making me realise that there is at least one person who truly enjoyed my poetry, for helping me learn that I shouldn't give up on my dreams. And I still can't believe that so many people have seen my poetry and have acknowledged me as a poet.
I love you Hello Poetry
for giving me the most treasured gift that I have ever received
for giving me hope.
And as a thanks, I have given you my heart
take care of it as it will forever be in my *words.
This may not be a poem but instead of pouring out my heart in my words,  I ripped it out and just put it on paper.
I am here, I am waiting for you or am I?
I do not know
Am I silently pushing you away or am I welcoming you back?
How can I tell when I feel so helpless
They say you will never let go of me
They say you are there
But then why do I feel so alone
I am waiting for you to pick me up or am I?
Do I not know my own heart, this heart that is yearning for you or is it?
I fall to my knees
I cry to you with the sounds of desperation in my whispers
Tears running down my cheeks letting me know that the only way is down
There is no one there to catch them
You are my first and last hope
I reach my hands out for you to take!
Please just,

Take them.....
A.C
;
A period is the end to a story ;

but why end it when you still have not gotten to the best part
A.C.
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