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  Jul 2016 Born
Bianca Reyes
I swear ink runs through my veins
A piece of paper passes as my heart
I hold your hand like a pen
Press it against my chest to feel
Every beat leaves a word written upon it
Endless poems and prose
You inspire even when you're gone
Shared  on Hello Poetry on July 14, 2016
Copyright © 2016 Bianca Reyes
All rights reserved
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Wow!!!  Getting the opportunity to have this poem be recognized as a Daily really means so much to me.  Thank you to everyone who has shown some love.   You're all amazing. Love is amazing and more of it should be spread  throughout the world!
Born Jul 2016
What is darkness to light
What is love to fright
The same as day to night
The only difference is the truth
One and one make three
Two and two make four
Its not what you say that makes you free
The only diffetence is the truth
So when you sware you do not care if you turn on my kind friend
And I say I will love you to the end
One of us is lying like a foe and the other
telling truth like a oak that will not bend
The only difference is the truth
And even one mends and the other breaks our heart
And you say that lifes a priveledge and I that true love is such an art
Yet you deny the difference before we even start
So in this act upon the globes time stage
you play your part as if not knowing
your bound to break my heart
The only difference that can save us is the truth and 10,000 hours to master love for two.
Born Jun 2016
From the first time I saw your face as a child of eleven

My first thought was O such perfection as an angel from heaven

My second time I saw your body as you stood at the side of the pool

My first thought was, to persue any other woman I'd be such a fool

The third time we were almost alone and I started to undress you but a voice said leave her alone

Then there was the forth time after so many years I came to your home in spite of my fears

Lucky for me your boyfriend didn't
Knock me on my ear

The fifth time you waited on my friend and I with a smile for which I thought I could easily die

My first thought then was I am not ready for your heart to win

And now after forty two years you came to me with a thousand smiles like the little winged angel I always thought of as freeer than me

Now I realize for you to be appreciated from a girl and a teen and a young woman so fresh and an experienced lover yet I have yet to undress is all good

Because I now have learned to cherish your heart and to become one with your soul is the first place to start.

O but I dream of the time that may come when we've shared every memory of love, pain and tears and every high and low of all of the years
that I longed to kiss that perfect young girl whom made time for me stop when you came into my world.
Denne Eckel there is none to me nor shall there ever be a woman in this world more beautiful than you are to me!
  Jan 2016 Born
Hemingway said,
There is quite the difference
between kissing goodbye
and kissing goodnight.

I wanted a
"See you later",
but instead got the

Steinbeck stated that
Nothing good gets away,
If it's right, it happens.

If that's the case
how did we always end up feeling so

Salinger suggested
that after falling in love
you never know
where the hell you are.

This, I can say is true.
Where the hell are we?

Dickens declared that
The truest wisdom
comes from a loving heart.

Yet a heart in love
can sometimes turn out to be
the least wise.

My friend, I think I'll just stick with
Orson Welles' theory:
"We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone."

Anything else is simply illusion.
1st draft
  Jan 2016 Born
Taylor Forbez
Long ago,
There was a boy,
He felt alone,
Without a joy,

All that he had,
All that he’d done,
He deserved so much less,
Than what he had won,

This boy was broken,
Shattered like glass,
He thought himself stupid,
A pain in the ***,

But then he met her,
On a cool autumn’s day,
She lit up his world,
She showed him the way,

She picked up the pieces,
No matter the cost,
And put him together,
Not a single piece lost,

She gave him her all,
And he gave her his,
And they both discovered,
What true love really is.
Just a story about a boy.
Born Jan 2016
“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche
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