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 Jun 2014 KB
Alexia Vinciane
You are my platonic love,
My long-lost other half.
But not in the way that
First comes to mind.
You are my soulmate
My twin, my confidant,
I could spend
The rest
Of my life
With you.

But not in that way.
I don't have a word for it.
Its something more than best friends,
but platonic, not intimate like lovers.
Soulsister, perhaps.
But she can only be described as my Marisol
 Jun 2014 KB
Muggle Ginger
Love like the sun
Loves the earth
Ever since they met
They dance every day

The sun makes the earth
Look on the brighter side
The earth gives the sun
A reason to wake up

Love like the earth
Loves the sun
Because the earth isn’t distracted
By the stars and the moon
 Jun 2014 KB
Alexia Vinciane
On the surface, we're fine
We are friends, we are partners.
Who would know
that underneath that cleverly crafted facade
we're standing here, head to head
unable to move forward.

We are right and we are wrong
we can never come to an end
we can never compromise, it seems
for any little step in my direction
is far to big of one for you

you want exactly what you want
nothing more
nothing less
and anything but is something that angers you
frustrates you
and does the same for me.

You're just as guilty as I
in this deadly game of chess
but where I am willing to bend
your rigidness will cause you to break
people are so frustrating sometimes. So dead-set in their opinions that they're not even willing to see that maybe a compromise would be good. If it doesn't benefit them individually, there's no way it could possibly benefit everyone as a whole, right?
 Jun 2014 KB
antxthesis
At every word they utter,
every time you suffer.
Everything they do,
you crush it under your shoe.
Accuses made,  
the price you pay.
Every time you you fall,
and hurt 'cause of them all.
Every time you've been set up ,
no matter what, you get up.
No matter how you try,
they always make you cry.
You write and store the up,
tie them up,
push it in,
cork it up.
But one day,
the cover wont fit,
and you're gonna
burst . . .
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