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 Jul 2015 mikev
Nessa dieR
Before I go, I have to know;
                Your arms
       Did they ache to hold me?
(Just like mine did.)
       Why
           Couldn't you care more about
                         Me?
                    (As much as I did.)*
A friend of mine had said we were like passing clouds
We met and together unleashed          
     lightning
              Strikes
                  Smolders until the forest
                        Burns.

But unlike you ,
          I can't resist fire...
                                I'm afraid of it
 Jul 2015 mikev
Darlene Chavez
Maybe
 Jul 2015 mikev
Darlene Chavez
Maybe we feel empty because we left pieces of ourselves in everything we used to love, and maybe we feel sad because love is deceiving. Maybe we feel broken because the things that used to fix us are broken as well, and maybe we cry because there are so many questions left unanswered. Maybe we hurt because someone has to feel the pain. Maybe, just maybe.
Hope you like it.
 Jun 2015 mikev
Ivy Swolf
A girl once investigated her tousled
      subconscious, for starry-eyed symbolism in
dreams was a better navigator of
      real life than battery-powered bleakness of
her daily alarm. When little boys pretend to be
      sailors they forget to be lost under foreign stars
as well, kneeling on wooden decks and blistered
      knees just to plead with the unrelenting new
moon to tranquilize its harshness, just a little bit,
      to peal a layer of its sinister skin and
shed some light on the
      twisting abyss ahead. Among all the apologies
sowed deeply in my ribcage
      there is a haunting song reverberating
in my bones that is
      faithless to what my chapped lips preach.
just word ***** while looking at the moon at midnight.
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