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 May 2014 Anna Molly
slew
If I were a tear
I would never leave the eye
I would stick to my origin
and never say goodbye

If I were a memory
I would never leave the priceless moment
I would stick to my origin
and would be forever stagnant

If I were what you are to me
I would always be there
and never stop trying
I would never make a fight
and never go away when you're crying

If I were a butterfly
I would kiss all my pains away
Although, this is impossible
But without pains, I would want to stay

If I were in place of him
I would run and come to me
So that things become brighter and not stay dim

If I were in place for her
I would support me
and understand the pain inside my eye
and never say goodbye

If I were the words you speak
I would never come out of your mouth
and would remove my existence
and let the love come out

If I were the place of our wedding
I would keep our love safe in a platinum ring
I would make sure that the couple who came here
remain forever and mistakes would spare

But I am what I am today
And I know that will never be enough
Because no matter what I do or say,
loved people will stay rough
And someday everyone will leave me alone
I guess I deserve this
But all I can do is to give them a li'l bliss
And then my dreams i would weave
Cause people always leave!!
 May 2014 Anna Molly
Sam Lincoln
Insomnia
I wish so dearly that you could see my love for you
but it's stuck in my chest
and all I have to express this completion and warmth
that you give me
are symbols and sounds
triviality, symbols, sounds... Don't come close
To what is real, when you're near

The summer insects celebrate the coming
of seasons as I lay in my cot, and ponder
of how I hate the changing of weather
because It reminds me of how I'm dying
and I feel like a lonely magazine laying on a coffee table
in a deserted office, once all the tired peons have gone
to their restful homes
I sit, in darkness, immobile, yet waiting
for something unfathomable
I'm thinking
I wish so dearly that my love could see what I feel, but It's trapped in my chest
and these seasons passing drives me insane. I just remembered I'm dying.
Dying.
dying.
Sleep.
2011

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