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 May 2015 Slavica
Hayleigh
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 May 2015 Slavica
Hayleigh
Her voice is like velvet
Her words as soft as kisses
She has a way
Of leaving the sweetest of sounds
Dancing in my ears.
 May 2015 Slavica
Tea
departure
 May 2015 Slavica
Tea
I keep trying to find
the right words to say;
but my throat has gone dry
my voice has gone weak
*and you never loved me anyway
My soul keeps crying out to you
but you choose to let me bleed.
 Apr 2015 Slavica
Ariel Baptista
Remember those old floral mugs
that we used to have.
I think they are in a box somewhere.
I never really liked them before
but I do now.
So do you think it would be okay
if I brought them with me
when I go?
That is
if I found the box they’re in.
I never really liked them before
but I do now.
 Apr 2015 Slavica
Dusan
Happily
 Apr 2015 Slavica
Dusan
Well I'm standing here I'm broken, and in tears
Never knew I could have had this this year
All I want from you is to be sincere
Do you really still love me?

And would you ever come back to me?
Do you remember how we were free?
In each other's arms, hugging happily
Just you and me.

Do you believe in a dream we dreamed?
Happily
Do you remember the laughs we had?
Happily

In the end I just want you to be free
Happy with me, or with anybody
But please remember me
And please remember the times that we had
Happily
 Apr 2015 Slavica
Dusan
Your eyes
 Apr 2015 Slavica
Dusan
And so as we slowly walk on the beach
The sunset is shooting the last rays of light on your tanned face.
I see the purity and freedom in your eyes,
the days passing by,
but your eyes still look the same.
They're still looking at me,
telling me that my presence is
important to you.
So I grant you with a kiss on your eyes every day
In hope that they will stay
the same as every day.
Listen to this song while reading
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2SFt7JHwJeg
 Apr 2015 Slavica
Tea
Dear Mr. Shooting Star,
how many times
must I wish and
call out to you
until you finally
notice me?

                                                         ­                        Sweet naive little girl,
                                                           ­                                how many times
                                                           ­                              will you fall down
                                                            ­                                  and cry
   *for me

                                                             ­                               *until you realize
                                                         ­                                  *I'm not listening
?
wishful thinking killed the dreamer

--

I keep forgetting that shooting stars can't be caught.
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