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 Aug 2014 The Quiet Poet
svdgrl
Make my eyes shed again,
so that I can write.
she gathered up the fragile flowers
carried them softly as a child
in the stillness of late summer air
with a gentle song rolling slowly through her heart
a memories palace where her heart often goes
a beautiful place where love could have thrived
where she sits by the cool waters of the coin fountain
tossing golden dreams into the wishing well
dreams of him
dreams of laughter's that once were
dreams of his strength wrapping her
chill frightened fluttering heart
making everything ok
just for one moment to have it all be ok
like a leaf falling from a tree
for one bitter free second as it flys free
as it kisses the summer skies
and lives its own dream
before falling into obscurity
she dreams she is living that moment
with him
in his arms

and he dreams of the moment in her eyes
where she saw him
and they breathed as one
without all these angry tears
without all these useless words
as one soul together
as one heart beating slowly to the
song of moonlight kissing the stars
 Aug 2014 The Quiet Poet
madison
Going through my phone and realizing-
I have 61 contacts.
32 are my "friends."
17 are my family.
5 are teachers.
5 are co-workers.
And 2 are my pastors.
But yet-
**I have no one.
No. One.
1: take that key to your heart and throw it into the lake where you watch the sunsets every Sunday night
2: even when times get tough, remember who you're here for
3: cough syrups won't help you in this situation, but the arms of your significant other are medicine in itself
4: don't get rid of your heart just because there's a chance it'll be broken
5: finally, and most importantly, **never let that young love die
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