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Barbara Apr 2016
Their love were of different depths.
He stood tall, so far, so safe at shore.
Yet she was sinking, grappling for air.
Her body descending, heart drowning in despair.
Midnight thoughts
  Apr 2016 Barbara
Colten Sorrells
I told her I loved her

she called me a liar

I set out to please her

she set me on fire

she's the reason I live

I'm the reason she dies

she's the reason I give

I'm the reason she cries

I'd **** for her

she'd **** me on sight

I just want to talk

she just wants to fight

the pain is exquite
I'm begging for more

but she don't even give me
that much anymore

to her, I'm a want

but to me, she's a need

but my love made her cry

*and her chains made me bleed
Barbara Mar 2016
We are all just
passing through,
bumping shoulders
with the breeze
and trying
not to make eye
contact.
~KristenLaura
Barbara Mar 2016
With tainted eyes,
And soundless cries,
I hear the sadness,
When love dies.
My first poem. It's not perfect, it's not meant to be.

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