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 Aug 2014 not so anonymous
ck
I stood from your bed.
My back towards you,
As you said,
"The most perfect silhouette."
You grabbed me,
"Don't leave yet."
I never wanted to leave,
But did anyway.
Something is not right.
I could not stay.
 Aug 2014 not so anonymous
T2m
Dear lovely , take my coarse hands
Let me lead us to a wonderland .
Across this gorgeous green sea we
shall sail
To that place where love ' s sun
never goes pale
Where our hearts will never , again ,
ail .
The moon has aged thus grand
Here , sit with me on this sea
shore ' s sand
From whence we will watch hand
in hand
While we listen to our loving hearts
pound.
Lets count the night sky' s stars
And tell how lovely and beautiful
they are .
Lets watch the milky way fall to the
earth
And make silent wishes in our
hearts .
Ahh , beautiful lay here by my side
And lets listen to nature ' s lovely
lullaby
As we recount the great time
Love is.
Just let it be.
Forever flowing,
life's undercurrent stream.

Test love.
Mighty in strength.
Underestimated,
forever in its length.

The heart is a muscle.
It should be in use.
For good or bad,
love me.
When you look up at the sky,
the moon herself blushes,
for the light in your eyes
shines brighter than hers.
Oh my word, did I really just get that mushy? Yeah, I guess I did. C:
 Aug 2014 not so anonymous
A
stargazing
hot chocolate
music
christmas lights
autumn leaves
cuddling (in theory)
performing
long hugs
flowers
children in grocery stores begging for pop tarts
late night talks
the thought of you
the thought of us
seeing you from afar as I walk into school
Just you
 Aug 2014 not so anonymous
KC
sheets
 Aug 2014 not so anonymous
KC
I could've loved you
a thousand times over
and a million sleeps under
my soft, pleading sheets.

In a field far away from here
I'd lay you down gently
and pick the thorns from your memory

wipe the leaves from your face
and the tears from your cheek
until the only thing left to feel
is me.

I'd read you poetry
and maybe even tell you a story
of this girl who showed me

that love is a mystery
bought out by long histories
I spoke to you delicacies
even my tongue didn't believe.
But now that you're not next to me
showering me with broken dreams
I think it's time to change my sheets.
You take me by the hand
and lead me to the
edge of ecstasy.
But you don't just push me over.
That would be too easy.
You convince me to j
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with the promise that you'll be
there to catch me.
By the time I crash to the ground
you're  l     o     n     g   gone.
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