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 Nov 2012 Megan Hoagland
ally
You said i was perfect
The perfect person for you
But the you go and say your not for me
I cant go a day without talking to you
But i know you not talking to me
Couldent effect you
At all
 Nov 2012 Megan Hoagland
Bubbly
I revealed
Everything
To you, love

Now I ache
Everyday
For you, ****
 Nov 2012 Megan Hoagland
Kate
I used to think you took my breath away,
then I realised I was just suffocated
In your lies.
Kids,

Stay young as long as you can.
You have inquisitive minds.
You're not afraid to make mistakes.
You have creative spirits.
But as you grow up, the world will try to take these things away from you.
They will call you dumb if you ask too many questions.
When you make mistakes, they will call you a failure.
They will squander your creativity.

Don't let them.

Albert Einstein made scientific breakthroughs in physics because he never stopped asking "Why?".
Thomas Edison perfected the light bulb because he wasn't afraid to make mistakes.
Leonardo da Vinci made some of the best art in history because he refused to let his creativity die.

Adults are really just big kids who have forgotten how to have fun.
Try to remind them from time to time.
it wasn't really that cold
but i pretended
and you went along
so you turned all the lights out
in the house
and came to bed
and after,
you had fallen asleep
and i got up...
the floors creaked
and it was so ******* cold
my feet ached
and i got up
to write
and listened to sad records
and pulled on my sweater
and wrote nothing
Even when we fight,
Never forget to kiss me goodnight.
Here dead we lie
Because we did not choose
To live and shame the land
From which we sprung.

Life, to be sure,
Is nothing much to lose,
But young men think it is,
And we were young.
what is that within
your chest that I hear beating
nothing but my name?
The same boy who injected doubt in me
appeared in an insignificant cloud of life’s happenings.

He had a bad day, he said.

And I was saddened by the lack of devotion in the air,
in his lungs.

He drifted off into the peculiar slumber existing only in the most meaningless of moments, and began telling me of a girl who took his breath away.

I, being the small one, “the lowly peasant” and his majesty would say,
questioned myself again.
” Am I..pretty?” I intended to ask,

My question just barely escaped my lips when the sentence had already tumbled  out of his:


“You’re beautiful.” He said.

And he doesn’t know it,
But it did wonders to my soul.
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