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 Jun 2014 Kareena
Theia Gwen
That boy is warm freshly printed papers
Stuffed in his overflowing binder
That boy is the leaves being painted
In early November

That boy is Pokémon cards skewed all over the floor
Who never signed up for this 'growing up' thing
That boy is a huge stuffed frog on Valentine's
Lessening the winter's violent sting

That boy is obscure facts of the arcane
A curiosity never satisfied  
That boy has an ever expanding brain
And long hands that reek of formaldehyde

That boy is beautiful freckles
"Splotches of melanin" as he puts it
That boy is compliments I don't deserve
And a love I just can't quit

That boy is a long way down
A relationship that's nowhere close to flawless
That boy is worth the fall because that boy
Is my dear Nicholas
our love is like a sunset.
so many layers
so many colors
we can go from light to dark
or from dark to light
but in the end we'll always glow
If I give you midnight skies with billions of white stars
or rivers flowing with milk and honey
that lie on a fertile land with roses and tulips blossoming in the misty air
will you feel my love
to my one and only.....atleast in my head
big brown eyes
full lips
rich skin tone
gorgeous white smile
intoxicating cologne
why do you do this to me?
you make yourself so desirable,
but yet I cant have you.
when you look at me your eyes don't sparkle the way mine do, even when I see a picture of you.
just like my grandmother you to sing to me:
"you are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
you make me happy, when skies are gray.
you'll never know thee, how much I love you.
please don't take my sunshine away"
please release me of the shackles of your embrace.
your personality is a fountain of gold and silver.
you light up my day better than the sun does....Wow.
why don't you love me?
 Jun 2014 Kareena
alex kennedy
I've carved our names into trees
to make sure the world never forgets
the life we have created
even if you couldn't remember.

I've sung with the birds
to understand the sorrow
of a friend leaving your nest
which was once considered a safe home.

I've ran with rushing river streams
to feel what its like to run away
from people that would never stay,
people that compliment you and plan to stray

people that row their boats
into another today.
Sailing far far looking for what may
be another 10pm in may.

except;
the *** is different
the person is different
the alcohol and pick up lines
are different.
on abandonment and watching someone relive the same day multiple times
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