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Kaye Canter Apr 2013
Love is that boy that means so much to you but so little to everyone else.

Love is that boy that had to sign his signature in court but couldn't write in cursive.

Love is the boy that spent his hard earned money on a birthday gift for you when he needs to eat for the week.

Love is the boy that calls you beautiful despite the way your stomach pokes out over your jeans or your thighs rub together and jiggle when you walk.

Love is the gentle look in his eyes when he stares at you like stars never existed and you're a constellation in the night sky.

Love is the way he grins for you despite being self-conscious about his teeth.  

Love is the way he childishly stuffs soccer ***** up his shirt to make you laugh despite the way your friends make fun of him.

Love is when you still keep that note from him in your wallet even though you broke up over a year ago.
Kaye Canter Apr 2013
Standing atop the hill where we both saw it all;
The sun beat down on our faces as we stood tall.

The two of us knew everything we had to know,
and we knew every place where we had yet to go.

There and forever, it was only just us.
No matter what happened it would not break our trust.

Here and now, forever, somehow,
You swore to me you would keep that vow.

The only thing that could deter our determined faces,
as we took steps in our baby paces,

was the fear of the past and fear of the unknown.
Fear of things that were so far gone.

But as I stood there and around yours, my fingers curled,
I realized we were on top of the world.
Kaye Canter Apr 2013
How is she beautiful with eyes like ice?

And hips like a harlot that makes boys think thrice?

How does she do it, with a waist only inches,

a dainty little thing with a voice like a finch's.

Little miss perfect, they stop and they stare,

waiting for the perfect chance to see her bare.

They don't know her secret, though,

They don't know her like I know.
Kaye Canter Mar 2013
Dear Ann,
He tore your heart out from the seams; it hurts I know.
You're a beautiful girl with so much to give; you can't let go.
There's a million guys out there for you,
So please don't cry over one or two.

Dear Ann,
I promise, things will get better sooner than you think.
To you, I know this guy was really everything.
I know it's hard; he's all you think of.
How could he give up on this thing you called love?

Dear Ann,
Keep your head up, remember when the tears are worthwhile.
"Never frown," they say, "someone's falling for your smile."
Remember what you truly deserve.
Stay strong, life's thrown you a small curve.

Dear Ann,
I wrote this song for you today.
I really hope you're listening to what I say.
I've been here many times before,
I've banged my fists upon the floor.

Dear Ann,
One day you'll find someone who won't make you cry.
It's really sad how such a good girl finds a bad guy.

Dear Ann,
I hope this cheers you up, I hope you see the light.
And with that, I hope you have a good day and goodnight.
This poem was written for a girl who'd just broken up with her boyfriend and first love. I didn't know her (she was a complete stranger, actually), but I decided to try my best to cheer her up :)
Kaye Canter Mar 2013
It pains me to hear these words from you.

In a panic; I am unsure what to do.

I bow my head and weep and cry,

I long for the moments that have long since died.

You say I'm drifting, that it's assured,

I say you're lying, that it's absurd.

How could it be, what could you mean?

How could it die, this beautiful thing?

I know I love you, I know that it's true,

You make me forget when I'm feeling so blue.

I remember the laughs and every single tear,

I remember what I felt throughout this whole year.

I fear that what you say is true and it's real,

Something's happening to the way that we feel.

The love isn't strong, it isn't there,

It's as though we're hanging on by a single hair.

What can we do now; how can we fix this?

Can we amend what's been broken with stitches?
Kaye Canter Mar 2013
You don't know how it feels,

To be stripped of your wills.

To do what you're told

when they tell you.



You don't know what it's like

to be forced from your right

to be told who you can

and can't be.



You don't know pain, you don't know harm,

You don't know how it feels to be stripped of your charm.

You don't know.

You don't know.
Kaye Canter Mar 2013
Dear sweet girl who sobs alone,

The crystals ripped from your throne

You lie there, longing for your death,

and grip your chest and gasp for breath.

Breaking hearts was never easy,

Now you're left feeling queasy.

You wish for a time machine of sorts

to replace your body's missing quarts.

Dear sweet girl who sobs alone,

your planned future shattered and your will gone.

You stare in the mirror, your face bare,

searching for what was never there.

How beautiful that fairytale must've sound,

when he and you lay upon the ground.

His fingers intertwined with yours

your love filled laughter the only noise.

Hopeless girl who sobs alone,

forced from your rotting, miserable throne.

How grotesque it must be,

When pain is all that you can see.

Unbearable, it must truly feel,

To have turned someone so tender to steel.

Guilt must have taken over,

it is apparent by how you hunch your shoulder.

Dear sweet girl who sobs alone,

the crystal jewels, where have they gone?

The pride-stricken heart that used to beat,

lost forever in an eternal sleep.

Dear sweet girl who sobs forever,

why is it now you regret your endeavor?

You must've thought you were so clever

to do unto him what to you he would never.

Dear sweet girl who sobs alone,

The crystals ripped from your throne,

you lie there, longing for your death,

and grip your chest and gasp for breath.

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