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  Mar 2016 AIA
Alex Clarke
Sometimes,
bravery
can be
as simple
as deciding
to love
again.
  Mar 2016 AIA
Soumya Inavilli
There is a certain beauty to this uncertainty of life.
Everything becomes predictable in its own unpredictable way.
It all begins at a point where something comes to an end.

Infinite memories are the only measures of our finite time here.
Dreams are the only weapons that we've got to fight the reality.
Everyone roams with a map, but no one knows the right route.

Whatever seems to be within our reach is still too far from us.
Yet, we write a new story each day, while someone else has already finished our lines for us.
There sure is a certain beauty to this uncertainty of life.
AIA Mar 2016
Why do we need to fall for someone knowing they can't catch us? Why do we need to hold on for something even they're destined to let them go? Why is it temporary? Why not make it permanent? I wish I never met him. I wish I never love him. I shouldn't have let the bones outgrown. I shouldn't let myself fall.
Anyways I wrote this cuz I saw someone commented in some page. I can relate in every word she dropped. It was too painful and heartbreaking and we have the same thoughts. until now I have so many unanswered questions on my mind. **** regrets.
AIA Mar 2016
See you with her, made me realize that I'm not your special girl anymore.
See you hold hands with her made me think that it was my hand you're holding before.
That hug of yours that once to be my home,
that laugh that once we shared together
and,
you that once to be mine.
See you happy with her...
that way I can convince myself that I'm no longer the love of your life anymore.
I'm no longer the reason behind your fast heart beating
and
that way I can convince myself to accept the fact that I could never be in that place that I used to be.
I'm now letting you go.
Believe me, I love you.
But I guess,
she can love you more.
Dedicated to R.E.
AIA Mar 2016
I swear, your lips is sweeter than this bottle.
  Mar 2016 AIA
Mike Essig
Kiss me until
all the metaphors
vanish and poetry
becomes reality.

  ~mce
rp
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