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You're special for me
Everything about you fascinated me
Our goals together written in our mind
Now, you want my feelings to be blind?

I wonder why
You're saying goodbye
I still love you
But, is it right to fight for you?

- SS
 Sep 2015 Marci Ace
Carl Sandburg
Two
Memory of you is... a blue spear of flower.
I cannot remember the name of it.
Alongside a bold dripping poppy is fire and silk.
                         And they cover you.
Lonely blue marble out in space
moving ever so slowly while your brothers and sisters watch from a distance
so many things they've seen
Evolution,  revolution
War, genocide, extinction

Lonely blue marble out in space
one among many
unique, special, amazing
dieing as your brothers and sisters watch on.

Lonely blue marble out in space
slowly being destroyed by the human race
Rest In Peace my dear friend
I'm sorry that one day you will come to a tragic end
 Sep 2015 Marci Ace
Snowflake
Lurching stomachs,
churning craze,
  eternal loss,
   maybe the day?
    Loss of hope,
     murmuring voices,
      old faces,
       new places.
I give up on love
I give up wondering whether or not me and the guy I am with are going to last forever
I give up on the little things that make a girl smile now but eventually end up hurting her in the future
I give up on the kisses
I give up on the hugs
I give up on the happiness that comes when you fall in love
I give up on feeling what the other person is feeling
I give up anniversaries and dinners to meet parents who will always find a reason as to why you are not good enough for their son
I give up on special moments and promises
I give up getting close to somebody just so they can break me into a million pieces
I give up being emotionally lonely
I give up being ignored
I give up on everything that has to do with love
I can't keep doing this to my heart anymore
WRITTEN BY: Mandie Michelle Sanders
WRITTEN ON: June 22, 2011 Wednesday 1:25 PM
It never was that I loved a cigarette,
more than you.
Just that I knew every morning,
when I rolled over,
my smokes would still be on the nightstand.
But your keys would be gone.
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