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  Mar 2015 Eve
Vanessa Gatley
I crumble like everyday
  Tears rolling down my cheeks
  Thinking and knowing that I
  can't have u
   That I can't become what you want me
  To be
  Bad thing is there's nothing for me
  To show my inner glow
   my smiles in my eyes
   The brightness in my  teeth
  Mar 2015 Eve
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•play me a
tune of sweet serenade
•sing me a song of wistful
melody•recite me the words
you would            have said•
now whisper me your sighs
tenderly•paint me the
colours of night and day•write
me the poem of your heart•send me
your love on which I lay•make me the
end to all your starts•strum me the chord
of hopeful bliss•compose me a ballad that
sets my innermost free•so play me your
tune, the one that I would always miss
•and keep singing of us in a song,
so we'd be immortalised in
eternity•
.
Eve Mar 2015
Colours in the air
Sparks everywhere
Almost dark
The crimson of the sunset still has its mark
Bewildering every eye that lay upon it
Every heart that keeps the happiness fit
Soon it will be nostalgic
For everything happy or tragic
Always comes to an end.
Sad isn't it.
But which reality is happy?

-fir.m
I don't know x'D
Eve Feb 2015
Fear is but a sentiment
The weak holds for being what they are,
For being what they made themselves.*
-fir.m
Eve Feb 2015
Limits are just the illusions that you let yourself live in*
-fir.m
Eve Feb 2015
She
He approached
She smiled
He spoke
She listened
He held out his hand
She grabbed it
He made promises
She made promises
He smirked
She believed
He took her out
She went with him
He said “I love you”
She meant “I love you too”
He gave her flowers and chocolates
She gave him her heart
He took more than it
She gave it
He enjoyed her
She enjoyed watching him enjoying her
He came often
She loved that
He came seldom
She ignored that
He stopped coming
She stopped smiling

He left her
She left us.

-fir.m
This is just the simple cycle of these type of relationship. It can go visa-versa with the sexes. The guy was wrong but the girl made herself gullible.
  Feb 2015 Eve
Dreamer
The most broken people
always have the most beautiful smiles
those who are the saddest, always have the kindest hearts, the most kindred means. Those who are the saddest, always have the most to offer. Embrace the beauty in which we call melancholy.
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