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kylie Sep 2013
i dont believe in magic
i dont believe in a god
i dont believe in coinsidence
i believe in fate
i believe that every time you kiss me part of you stays with me
not on my lips
but inside me
nothing physical
just your soul
matching mine
morphing with mine
this is why i everytime you kiss me before you go
my body aches for you to stay
because you leave with part of me
and leave me with part of you
with you im full, whole
morphed
kylie Jul 2013
retrain your brain to really know what love is
its not about whats under your shorts but the feeeling you get
when you see them
and your stomach drops
and your world stops
and its not that theyre youre everything
but a hell of alot
*** is a yes
but gender does not matter
in my opinion, not your religion
love does not discriminate
despite that cliche
love is to anyone youd die to see happy
youd sacrifice something just to make them smile
because that makes you smile
its worthwhile
love is overwhelming and you feel wonderful and natural and free
and you feel like youre a cup being filled with soda thats about to spill over
but i dont care because thats what you mean to me
kylie Jun 2013
I sit in sonder at a grave
Im walking on bones
Betraying them with every breath I take
Every body was once a life
Impacting others
Leaving a trail behind
These people hold my interest more than the living
For they have not only affected others whilst alive,
But affected them twice that amount due to their death
I ponder what their life was like
The struggles they were dealt
How they were raised
The love they felt
What they lived through
Do they know what theyre missing out on now?
I sit in sonder on dying grass
For what lies 6 feet below me
Had the power of realization
That made me see
I am but bones and soul
And will one day be deceased
kylie Jun 2013
Contrary to popular beliefs,
This whole world we live in
Is not one whole world.
Its a million different worlds
All inside of our heads.
You die?
Your world dies.
We can only perceive things.
So also contrary to popular beliefs,
You can control the way you feel.
This is your world
**And **** anyone who tries to ***** it up.
kylie Jun 2013
Why is rain romantic
Why does it make me gloomy
Why does my taste in music change
When it rains
I'll call you weather
Simply because,
You dampen my mood
Like the rain on a driveway's Sunday morning paper
kylie Jun 2013
I can tell they're in love by the way their chairs face one another on the front porch,
Their cups of tea left abandoned on the table between them,
Spoons beside the cups with little dried circles from where their tea puddled up.
Him reading to her that same old book that she's heard twenty times before.
He smiles as he folds over the top right corner of the novel,
For it has been folded twenty times before.
At that page everytime,
I can tell theyre in love.
Because at that page, on that front porch,
He takes a deep breath.
He looks into the distance, and at his life bride.
He smiles as she smiles.
Just like twenty times before.

— The End —