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 Jul 2014 Franny
Jimmy Desire
I often disregard the fact that people affect me the way they do
whether it be good or bad, I just can't shake the fact that people matter
So I'm really astonished by the fact that good people
or anyone really, are treated badly
Is it that we forget the Golden Rule at a certain age
such as when adolescence hits and our selfishness consumes us
or when things gets so bad that it's depression you can't escape
whatever it maybe, whoever it maybe
don't you think they'd appreciate a little kind-heartedness?
even if it ain't reciprocated,
even if they hate you,
even if they harm you,
look into the core of their soul
and let them know,
how their actions only reflect
how much hurt they have endured
and the fact of the matter is,
that they are loved,
it's ensured
even if they aren't.
many thanks for reading, share it around if you like it!
 Jul 2014 Franny
amrutha
I would paint your sky a thousand colors, if I could
And inspire the restlessness in your heart;
I would give to you a million stars, if I could
If I could, I'd gift you a new start.
 Jul 2014 Franny
meg
my mom warned me about addiction,
but she only mentioned the ones that revolved around pills and a needle.
but never ever did she mutter even a word about a 17 year old boy whose turquoise eyes made my eye sight get a bit blurry and whose touch made me a little lightheaded.
 Jul 2014 Franny
meg
broken ribs
 Jul 2014 Franny
meg
YOU COMPLETELY RIPPED MY HEART OUT OF MY CHEST AND WHILE YOU DID THAT YOU SLIPPED AND FELL AND SCRATCHED YOUR KNEE AND EVERYONE ASKED IF YOU WERE  OKAY WHILE I WAS COLLAPSED ON THE GROUND BLEEDING OUT AND GASPING FOR AIR.
People often use the term "home is where the heart is" as reference that home is a literal place. That you can touch it, feel it, live in it and it's physically there. But I just can't seem to wrap my mind around that. Because my heart belongs to a home that isn't there in a physical sense. My home is the way you say my name and draw circles on my lower back. My home is built and structured in between your arms and in the crook of your neck. I've never felt more at home then when we are skin to skin and I want to pull you even closer. No my home is not a building, my home is you and that's where my heart will always be.
this is a rough draft, sorry
 Jul 2014 Franny
billiondays
why?
why did you leave,
when I needed you
more than ever?

how?
how did we become strangers,
when just yesterday we said
we would be running away
from the world together?

when?
when did you decide,
that I wasn't good enough
to help and fix you
like I always used to?

what?
what did I do wrong,
that made you want to leave
and forget me the day after?

where?
where did you go,
after you left me and
why was it more
important than I?

who?
who did you give my heart to,
after you stole it and ran
with nothing but broken tears?

why?*
why did you leave me,
with almost no explanation at all
and why did I ever think
we would truly be forever?

(P.A)
I kept on questioning my whole point of life since then...
 Jul 2014 Franny
C Adams
We were short lived
But ******* we were beautiful
 Jul 2014 Franny
Victoria Ruth
it was my body
broken and bruised
that you watched in vein
as blood oozed
down my shaking legs
headed to my feet
my heart so loud
you heard it beat
you watched my body
bruised and broken
listened to every word
I had spoken
yet still you felt
nothing close to love
just watched in vein
from high above
it was my body
you tore apart
because you never loved
me from the start.
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