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 Jul 2013 jude rigor
Dilectus
you are everything good within me.
 Jul 2013 jude rigor
Emma B
To me your eyes are like two distant stars
and I want to get a closer look
but the space program in my heart has lost its funding
and I’m stuck here floating
with only gravity to guide me.
two years, you're more than two years older than me
you're a horrible lier, and horribly mean when you're angry
or if i touch any of your stuff that i'm not meant to
but besides all the screaming and chasing me around the house
you're a good older brother
you listen to me when i'm whining
yeah you can be an idiot who's up himself and doesn't care about me
but most of the time
you're alright, there are some funny things i could mention, but you might yell at me for them
so i'm not going to go there, and yeah you wont see this, i know, maybe one day i'll show you
but probably not, hehe, anyway
this whole thing is meant to be about
how i'm actually going to miss you when you move out
i'm going to miss our stupid jokes
i'm going to miss you
i might have said, okay i've said that i hated you many times
but i only have one big brother, and thats you, and yeah i'm gonna miss you
i don't want to be left alone here, to become the oldest sibling of the house
i don't know how you handled that, thanks big bro
i will miss you, selfish as i am, i don't want you to leave
but thanks for being an overall, mostly good, big brother C:
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10 words


sigh
its hard when after twelve years of liking someone, you've finally moved on and are actually happy, then they see you, they look at you and actually see you. but HEY it's too late now buddy, moved on.
sigh          
i think
i'm going to                      
cry myself        
to sleep tonight                            
yeah                    
i think so
i don't know
       if it's just a show
of my innocence
                that my poems
   aren't filled with lust
intending words
          or anything of the kind
   my poetry
           seems to work more around love
  does that make me immature
or more mature
                              than lust filled teenagers?
i know that sometimes          
i live in my head
/heart/soul                
because it's where we're together      
it's better than the cold                                  
real reality of how alone i feel now
crying myself to sleep                                                
                                                         didn't really work
the tears didn't fall                                        
                                               i haven't slept yet either
00:59                      
01:00                      
01:01                      
                              neither sleep
            nor tears
           have fell        
upon me yet

01:02
to the people who read my poetry
          you know what?
    you probably know me
                      better than some of my friends
        it might be weird
              but my poetry
  is my heart, soul, mind, secrets, life
                          so to the people who read what I write
              hello, i'm me
                                         who do you think i am?
     because i'm mostly
              a young girl, still in school, living at home
and in love with a boy
                    who happens to be
                                       on the other side
      of the world

              it's bittersweet
                           it hurts as well
but he loves me too
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