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 Aug 2014 Mariève D
Lara Wan
Never
 Aug 2014 Mariève D
Lara Wan
Never think that that smile means he likes you
Never think that that wink means you look good today
Never think that that laugh means he wants you around
Don’t entertain such thoughts, you can’t afford to think that way

Because once you do, you start to fall
so never think about love at all

Or you’ll come out wounded and bruised
and you’ll feel broken, empty, and used
ignore the weak knees, the flutter of heart
ignore the butterflies, they’ll tear you apart
don’t be fooled, honey, it’s all a trap
and once you’re caught there’s no coming back

Never think that that hello means he missed you
Never think that that how are you means he cares
Never think that that look means he loves you too
Don’t let those things get to your head, honey don’t you dare

'Cause once they do, they'll poison your mind
you’ll be ecstatic for a while and then you’ll find

That you’ll come out wounded and bruised
and you’ll feel broken, empty, and used
ignore the weak knees, the flutter of heart
ignore the butterflies, they’ll tear you apart
don’t be fooled, honey, it’s all a trap
and once you’re caught there’s no coming back

All bad things are wrapped up like presents
but they turn out to be Pandora’s box
and they’ll shine bright like a diamonds
but one touch and it’ll turn to rocks
 Aug 2014 Mariève D
Ellie Geneve
He is so mean to her for no reason.
She always wonders why...
Until one day,

she found him crying and asked what's wrong
boy: "nothing that you can help me with! leave me the hell alone!"
girl: "why do you hate me?"

boy: "I hate you because I can't have you"
girl: "why can't you have me?"
boy: "because I love you too much to accept you being with someone like me."
love can be very selfless sometimes.
You never know a person,
Until you stay up until 4am with them.
 Aug 2014 Mariève D
Jonny Angel
I gazed upwards toward Heaven
& never once did I think about oxygen,
smothered by the sweetest flower,
inhaling your summer fragrance,
I swallowed your soul,
your tasty soul
& you stole my heart
forever.
 Aug 2014 Mariève D
Margaret
The love poems make sense.
The songs make sense.
They always made sense.
But they never made sense.
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