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I'd rather be kissed on my lips
than on my forehead
When you kiss my lips,
you only kiss the physical part of me
But if you kiss my forehead,
you kiss my soul aswell
and it's kind of addictive

But uh-oh
You kissed my forehead more than once
Now, *how can I forget you?
 Jul 2015 Leyla Jude
Stu Harley
truth
is a torch
that
i light
with
my heart
to see
the writing
on the wall
We will never walk again
As we used to walk at night,
Watching our shadows lengthen
Under the gold street-light
When the snow was new and white.

We will never walk again
Slowly, we two,
In spring when the park is sweet
With midnight and with dew,
And the passers-by are few.

I sit and think of it all,
And the blue June twilight dies, —
Down in the clanging square
A street-piano cries
And stars come out in the skies.
Life goes on with a daily dawn
No time to make a single yawn
Many decades have sadly gone
Still, no leisure time is born
Head despite pillows has thorn
To be calm, my soul, I warn
Due to losses, heart is torn
For past debacles, fate, I scorn
I hope during night and morn
But, life is to fear a meek pawn
Rarely, mind, peace does adorn
As, my heart, it tries to ****
Heart tirelessly tries to wisely horn.

mvvenkataraman
Sadly time gets wasted, Joy is yet to be tasted, Day and night soon go out of sight, A vacuum prevails and soul sorrowfully ails, I hope, God will help, By beating agonies to a pulp.
I was silently typing
till I noticed that I was already smiling
Maybe you must have pressed your E
for you have charmed me
 Jul 2015 Leyla Jude
mike
people's lives are passing
who i dont know
and it breaks my heart.

people who used to be my life
who i no longer know
and it breaks my heart.

ive laughed through my life
and cant remember any of it.

it breaks my heart.

watching videos
of your dead child playing
from six years ago.
 Jul 2015 Leyla Jude
Alexander O
Shallow dreams and broken hearts
Time heal wounds but never starts
Promises, Love and all in between
Everyone was looking but sadly none was seen
Clouds, butterflies in our tummies
Those who believe in love and magic I think are called dummies
I already lost faith the moment you walked out the door
Maybe it's just that I don't blieve in anything anymore
 Jul 2015 Leyla Jude
mike
life is a painting
of something beautiful
explaining us to ourselves
on a wall
in a building burning down

and we stand there
mesmerised.
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