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Lauren Mar 2015
I can see a future.

We make dinner and clean together,
You listening to your music
While I read my book before we eat.

Taking turns letting the dog out,
Watching movies and
Doing simple chores and laundry.

You'll get up for work in the morning,
And I'll beg you to come back to bed,
In your eyes I see you want to.

And it blows me away
How much I love you...
Don't break my heart again.
  Mar 2015 Lauren
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•play me a
tune of sweet serenade
•sing me a song of wistful
melody•recite me the words
you would            have said•
now whisper me your sighs
tenderly•paint me the
colours of night and day•write
me the poem of your heart•send me
your love on which I lay•make me the
end to all your starts•strum me the chord
of hopeful bliss•compose me a ballad that
sets my innermost free•so play me your
tune, the one that I would always miss
•and keep singing of us in a song,
so we'd be immortalised in
eternity•
.
  Feb 2015 Lauren
JJ Hutton
Anna,
the young lions won't want you
forever.

Eventually you are going to
get tired
of keeping it tight,
of batting your eyes,
of applying the gloss just right.

Anna,
what will you do when the invitation beds
come to an end?

Eventually the lions will settle,
while you gather cobweb and callus,
while you smoke cancer and wallow in cellulite.

Anna,
find a boy who makes you feel like the sun.

Ultimately,
he's the only one who can save your soul
from all the crimes you've done.
Copyright 2010 by Joshua J. Hutton
  Feb 2015 Lauren
Liz And Lilacs
I cannot forgive myself
for forgiving you.
                                                            ­                         
                                       ­                                                I cannot find a way
                                                             ­                      to look past our mistakes.

                                         I cannot look into
                                             your ice cold eyes.

I cannot forgive myself
for letting you do this
      
                                                                I cannot forgive myself
                                                                   And I cannot forget you.
I don't know what I'm doing.
I know exactly what I'm doing.
  Feb 2015 Lauren
Rachael Judd
BUT YOU ARE A WRITER
AND YOUR HEART DOESNT
FEEL THE WAY YOU WANT IT TOO
AND YOUR MIND DOESNT
WORK IN ONE SPECIFIC WAY
AND YOUR MOUTH DOESNT
SAY ALL THE RIGHT WORDS
THOUGH YOUR HAND SPEAKS
THEM FOR YOU
BUT YOU,
ARE A WRITER
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