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Something stirs within the
Imaginary world, and
Through my mind,
Desires, most strongly,
To be born.
Perfectly packed tubes of paint cannot create any art
Until they are torn and messed up, like a broken heart.
I write letters to the ones that matter
To the ones that care
Even passing on a flight of stairs
I look
She looks
Our lives could be words in a story book
I read her face
She reads mine
A poet wouldn’t believe how much we rhyme
I hold her
She holds me
I wonder if this is all dream
Each page of mine intwined in hers
As we fall asleep until our yet to be written verse
Smile when you think of all those that love you,
remember all the happy times in the past
not the sad ones.
Feel blessed to have all the joys you have had
and feel stronger for surviving all the bad moments.
So many people love you and want you to be happy.
Forget the people that don't,
they're not worth your thoughts.
I love you.
~ Tgwly/Melz
Please...  Just smile. :)
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Walk with me

The winds themselves are calling

All the people of the streets

///

Poet boy

Enough of all your lies

Sweet child

Your love is only fantasy

//

Oh poet girl

What is it you need

Why should I believe in you

Just look at what you're doing

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Upon the ****** streets

Amid the paupers begging

And the old folks praying

To a god who died so long ago

••.      

  Mad for glory 's sake

Not a thing worth saying

Yet on soap boxes
                               How we preach

Of the grace of yesterday

••

Oh my god
                                               my ****** soul is faltering

How I would go home

If a home I might be seeing

Amid the hungry children

And the suffering

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On yes you and I

Come upon the possibility

Of a lasting love

Of a gentle future growing

Unto the light

••

Well we might

Open hearts

And do it right



Walk with me

The winds themselves are calling

All the people of the street
 Oct 2014 Brittany Zedalis
Lyn
It started with a silly crush
Over someone who I can't even touch
Someone unreachable
So unreachable that it felt so surreal

I kept denying the butterflies
I tried to shooed them away
I kept telling myself
That it was nothing

And by the time I realized it
The supposed-to-be silly crush
Has turned into something bigger
Something that I can't no longer control

It was not just a slight admiration anymore
And it made me wonder
How did he manage to make me love him,
Without even looking at me?
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