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Men:   I will bring you the moon.

" Can you just bring me a sandwich?"
Those Promises are empty.
I hate empty Promises !
Where is that moon you promised me?

By: Keva Minus ©
 May 2014 Sophia Adelle
Styles
I am.
 May 2014 Sophia Adelle
Styles
I am Egg.
I am *****.
I am Y.
I am X.
I am Interest.
I am ***.
I am Born.
I am Blood.
I am Blessed.
I am Flesh.
I am Air.
I am Breathe.
I am Pain.
I am Hurt.
I am Life.
I am Death.
I didn't go to church today,
I trust the Lord to understand.
The surf was swirling blue and white,
The children swirling on the sand.
He knows, He knows how brief my stay,
How brief this spell of summer weather,
He knows when I am said and done
We'll have plenty of time together.
Don't you miss it?  A little?
when we didn't worry if it was right
and we could talk a lot
and it was if we'd never be apart
time kind of flew by, and we grew up
we wondered about things we used to know for sure
and all we used to know didn't make sense
I don't think we can get that back
We'll always wonder if any of our decisions were right in the end
if what drove us to those decisions was worth any of the difficulty

We'll always have our doubts.
 May 2014 Sophia Adelle
Em
idk
 May 2014 Sophia Adelle
Em
idk
Even I don't know what I'm thinking, what I'm feeling. I'm feeling everything in the world rest upon my shoulders, slowly pushing me into the ground. Every thought that could have crossed my mind, has. I wouldn't even know where to begin..
Written 4.7.14
 May 2014 Sophia Adelle
Styles
My fair - skinned stranger
As you sit across from me.
Nylon leggings; short skirt,
All black Ed Hardy t-shirt,
Pretty Little Kitty, smiling at me.
                                                  Before I could let you know,
                                                  I looked up, and you winked at me!
 May 2014 Sophia Adelle
Momo
Perfection
Is
Just
A
Myth
From
The
Pits
Of
Insecurity
 May 2014 Sophia Adelle
Tea
Late at night,
when the stars find their way through
the blinds on my window,
and the shadows decide
to crawl into my soul,
your velvet voice and luscious scent
chase my dreams away.
Because my love for you can only exist in the dark.
 May 2014 Sophia Adelle
Harkaran
Over there a young boy falls
And over here a woman weeps
When bugle and clarion call
Not mothers, but army keeps
Children of the country then
In unsullied discipline when
Bugle and clarion cry for war
So father, son and brother fall
The awaiting woman's despair
Smell death and cordite in air
Fall flailing to the sister's woe
Fall weak with strong sorrow
To the old wife's fresh sadness
Fight, hero and fall with madness
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