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 Sep 2017
Eleanor Rigby
Never be happy,
Said the girl with blue hair
Because then you will become
Very very boring
And you will start to die.


-- Eleanor
 Sep 2017
Eleanor Rigby
and if someday,
some happy day
life grabs you by the collar
and knocks some sense
into your head,
don't think about it
don't fight it.

just remember
that somewhere
in the bottom of a wine glass,
you exist
forever.


-- Eleanor
 Sep 2017
Idiosyncrasy
All my life
I always wanted to leave
You were the only one
Who made me want to stay.
You were enough.
 Sep 2017
Eleanor Rigby
Between the stars
And the million years
Your face appears.


-- Eleanor
 Sep 2017
Eleanor Rigby
Much More
your words speak to me
of i love you's and i miss you's

but your eyes speak
of much much
much more


-- Eleanor
 Aug 2017
Idiosyncrasy
Maybe it's too late for us
But it's not too late for me.

*I'll save me.
Back up.
sometimes the Blues
are just passing birds-
presently they're perched
over me
 Aug 2017
Idiosyncrasy
Now there is only
one thing left to say
I love you
Always
That is not a metaphor.
We writers have a way of expressing our love in ways that sometimes people do not understand. We try to cover our love with sweet words like everyone's favorite chocolate or sparkles brighter than the diamonds on fingers. Then, there is pain too. Sometimes our words are sadder than we are. Sometimes they cannot even contain the intensity of what we feel. In the end, what we really want to offer is our love.

I plan to make this the ending of a long poem but I have not written anything more yet so this is all there is for now.
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