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 Jul 2015 Tana
Davy
Is it too much to ask for respect towards eachother?
Is it too much to accept eachother for who he or she is?
Is it too much to ask to stop all the namecalling and to stop making fun of people about their looks?
Is it too much to just treat eachother in a normal way?
I'm not the best-looking, cutest, funniest, most interesting guy, I found that out a long time ago.
And just when I reach the point of loving myself just a little bit, someone comes and knocks the foundation from right under me.
Is it really too much to help eachother build a foundation, instead of breaking it down?
 Jul 2015 Tana
Vanya
By your side
 Jul 2015 Tana
Vanya
Every night, I stare at the sky
Making a wish at the starlight
To see the most wonderful sight
It is to be by your side
 Jul 2015 Tana
Kabi
Dream
 Jul 2015 Tana
Kabi
At one moment I was free
it felt like everything was real
then I woke up from this dream
I'm back to reality
 Jul 2015 Tana
Kabi
Crowded Hallway
 Jul 2015 Tana
Kabi
In a crowded hallway, there was only him
I look at him hoping he'd look back and feel the same way
 Jul 2015 Tana
Victoria
Tonight
 Jul 2015 Tana
Victoria
Tonight,
As you reach the airport,
I'll be home,
Wishing you wouldn't leave.

Tonight,
As you pass the custom,
I'll be home,
Wishing I passed your mind; for once at least.

Tonight,
As you board the plane,
I'll be home,
Wishing you stayed.
Dreamy.
 Jul 2015 Tana
epictails
I don't want to go there
to that place where nothing
is also  everything
Off the grid
 Jul 2015 Tana
Violet Blue
.-.
 Jul 2015 Tana
Violet Blue
.-.
Its kinda sad really
When you can feel
One of your favorite people
Slowly slipping away from you
It's not as exciting now when you talk to them
It doesn't make you that happy anymore
The little things they do
Its kinda sad really
When you can feel them
Slipping out of your reach
Off on their own journey
Without you
 Jul 2015 Tana
rachel
People are just as lovely
as sunsets,

Beautiful hues of pink,
will seep from their pores.
Astonishing shades of orange,
may flow from their hands.
Purple and blues
slide from their eyes.

You just have to be watching
at all the right times.

— The End —