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 Mar 2014 gd
peurdelavie
he has a smile
that shines like a million stars
and eyes
so full of hope
but when he laughs
i hear your deadly snicker
and when he smiles
i miss your mischievous grin
and when he looks into my eyes
i crave your lustful stare
and as i let him build me up
i'm begging for you to tear me down again
 Mar 2014 gd
peurdelavie
11:30pm
 Mar 2014 gd
peurdelavie
and late at night
when you can’t sleep
remember one thing,
i was once
the reason why
you refused to close your eyes
 Mar 2014 gd
Pushing Daisies
Don't worry darling,
When I push you away,
I promise,
You won't feel a thing.

I'll be the one,
To burn in the fire,
The smoke,
Causing my eyes to sting.

I know it's for the better,
I'm a burden,
Don't you see?

I promise I won't blame you,

Who would want to be around me?
I promise I won't blame you,
I don't have the guts to leave.
 Mar 2014 gd
MKF
Flowers
 Mar 2014 gd
MKF
You've made tulips grow under my bed
And in my head,
Where monsters used to hide.
You made roses grow in my broken heart
And violets in the bags under my eyes.
My tongue is now a bed of roses
Where your tongue longs to lie.
You've made flowers grow,
My dear,
In the darkest parts of my mind.
For Trevor
 Mar 2014 gd
ellie danes
insomnia
 Mar 2014 gd
ellie danes
at 3am, you can almost always find me
wide awake with a cold cup of black coffee
obsessively reading books on astrology
in a desperate attempt to understand you.
at 4am, you can almost always find me
listening to all the songs that remind me of you
on repeat; crying along to their tune
at 5am, you can almost always find me
frustrated that i can't sleep because all
i can do is wonder if you're dreaming of me.
late nights/early mornings.
 Mar 2014 gd
ellie danes
sun-soaked and bittersweet;
that's the way the memories are.
and the lust for life i used to have
makes me so nostalgic at times
i feel that i might *****.
five lines about the past // take me back
 Mar 2014 gd
Emi
Simple Hello
 Mar 2014 gd
Emi
I wish i could see
the way your eyes light up
when you talk about something you love
and maybe its selfish of me
but i wish i was the still
the subject of your conversations
that make your eyes shine like the stars
that I'm sitting here
wishing upon by myself
 Mar 2014 gd
Aaron Reisinger
I was taught at a young age,
To watch what bridges I burn.
But something daddy didn't know,
Was that creating them can be just as destructive,
As setting them aflame.
 Mar 2014 gd
Xyns
Thank you for breaking me
And making me
A better me

Thank you for hurting me
And making me
A stronger me

Thank you for shooting me
And making me
Bulletproof

Thank you for burning me
And making me
Fireproof
This is an older poem. Things have changed since then. But this poem is highly relative to a lot of people and I liked it well enough so I posted it.
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