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We used to be friends
       Now your lost in my heart
                Only if that night never happened
I miss your hugs, and your touch
       The one thing i hate is haveing to see you everyday.
               I hate being called your name
Our last hug was an awkward one
        I've had a crush on you for awhile
               That night on the bus was fun
Truth or dare doesnt last forever
           I had a feeling this would fail
               But i was hoping it would last forever
Now our fling is gone and you took our friendship with you :(
 Dec 2012 emily wiemann
The They
The wanderer follows
No hallowed path
Set forth for her
By the sagacious few.
Nor does she live
To build her past
For far off futures
Whose seeds are sewn.

No familiar face
Has she ever seen
That greets her where
She decides to sleep
But travels with
The wind in her hair:
The only companion
She chooses to keep.

All empires return
To dust that birthed
Them from the nothingness
Of barren ground,
And push the ambitious
To build them tall
For fleeting futures
On foundations unsound.

Such men still laugh
At one like her
Who possesses nothing
In their eyes,
And lives in chaos
Of shifting destiny
With no respect
For human lies.

But no future goal
Controls her fate
Nor worldly tethers
Bind her past
So she is free
To contemplate
Her relation to
The earth so vast.


She is the dust
from God’s fingers
that’s fallen on
Ungrateful land
And shows the blind
And sinful people
Their origin from
The present at hand.

They deride and mock
Or at best ignore her
And value what God
Did not confer
But she is more
than the earth and sky
And none can take
What belongs to her.
I have no home at the moment.

— The End —