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Mi Jul 2014
We used to be in love
We used to be just one
We used to have the whole world in our hands
Now there's fire in our land

We used to be two peas in a pod
A cupid's arrow through our hearts
A little mind game that you play
A beautiful mistake that I've made

Remember how we laughed all those times
Your endearing eyes catching mine
They made me realize I need you
They tell me you feel the same way too

Take me back to memory lane
It's so wonderful,it caused me pain
Cause it's gone ,like your silhouette,
Running away

Take me back to the time
Where you're a prince
And you were mine
Thought I was going to be
Your princess someday

I surrendered while you lied
You betrayed me with a goodbye
Now there's a dagger in my heart
You wound me deep without a cut
Was supposed to be a song but well it's a poem too. Kinda bad but just old discarded feelings that I found in my notes
Mi Jul 2014
A book unfolds a story,
A movie gives it life.
  May 2014 Mi
Ellie Geneve
Food.

A friend I can always count on
Doesn't ask for commitment,
Yet I'm committed

Oh my delightful treat!
My hunger you delete
to you no one can compare
people come and go but you're always there

because of you my pain is eased
all my craving's deceased

Forget those foolish humans
Together we rule!

And yes! because of you,
Weight I will gain
But never will I hide with disdain.

Food.

The only thing you bring more than joy,
Is all the sadness you destroy.
  May 2014 Mi
Andy Cave
I want you to know
that the pain you are feeling
is only temporary
that the heartache you're
experiencing
will soon be gone.
I want you to know
that you are all loved
and even though
you hurt today
you will thrive tomorrow.
I want you to know
that you are all beautiful
on the inside and outside
and are perfect just how you are.
I want you to know
that you are all
wonderful people.
Believe in the power of love and friendship.
  May 2014 Mi
Ann Beaver
There are wild roses.
They grow up through the cracks
in the pavement,
they have thorns
they have petals
the bees hover, but never settle
the bare feet step, unknowing
their soles then showing
thorns trapped beneath the skin.
they offer their dangerous beauty to the sun
they stay in one place; they never run.
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