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  Jan 2016 Katlin Stephens
Noor
I love the way I feel
When you hold my hand
The way you look at me
Like I am your prize

You said you'll take away the pain
I thought no one can
But now inside of me
Are birds and butterflies

I thought love has gone
Away and away has ran
But now I'm close to heaven
I see the sunrise

Even if I say nothing
You always understand
Your shoulder is always there
A safe place for me to cry

If you ever fall
I'll be there to help you stand
Always by your side
helping you to get by

I'll be your robin
You be my batman
Together we'll fight
Together we'll fly

I'll lift you up
To your dreamland
And you'll get me higher
Than the sky

For love is
A human demand
And you hand me the world
Right in front of my eyes
Once you become heartbroken, you look for someone to fill in the void one left.
You're not in love, just looking for healing in the wrong place.
If you think you are head over heels with someone in a short period of time where you just went through a break up it's just a rebound because you feel alone. I've done this before and many of my friends have it just makes things worse .
If treason is my wine
Than I shall drink it
Because I will not part take in your conceited royalties.

But if you are my friend
Than we shall go lay on a beach
And enjoy it's impurities

If loving you is sin
Then I will dance with the devil
And impure deities

And if dying with you is my fate
Then so be it that I die in your selfish arms
Because my heart enjoys it's romantic cruelities
The one I love is my heart's enemy
©LogenMichel copyright 2015
  Nov 2015 Katlin Stephens
Mostly numb
yes i smoke

i smoke to put something in my hand

to replace the same place your hand used to rest

so maybe its a force of habit

yes i smoke

just to keep something warm near me

because most things are painfully cold lately.
  Nov 2015 Katlin Stephens
David
Hello?
Who am I?
Guess again.
Don't you recognise my voice?
No?
Why?
Well, you can hang up,
It's your choice.
But I just wanted to call
for old times sake.
You know:
Those times where we'd talk
at times we shouldn't have been awake.

Are you still there?
Can you hear me?
Oh, right.
You don't remember me.
Maybe I have the wrong number.
Well, I guess I'm sorry.

But before you let me go,
There's just one thing
I want you to know.
At the end of December,
when the mountains meet the snow.
I'll think of you, as always,
and I'll remember.
How it was me,
who once heard
your hellos.
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