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Years from now, when we've graduated college, traveled the world, got married, and have kids of our own, if I'm not the one you share your life with, I hope you remember me.

I hope you remember me as your first real love. I hope you remember me as the one who stole your heart.

I hope you remember the nights we had. Whether it be driving around town, going to parties, hanging out at friends houses, hanging out in the barn, making out in your car, or just watching netflix and cuddling together.

I hope you remember all the things we said to each other. "I love you, I want to be with you forever, just one more kiss, I miss you, you're crazy, stay a little longer, I can't wait to see you."

I hope you remember when we would skip school to be together, when I had to hide in your closet because your mom came home, when we would listen to your music for hours, when I would make you sing to me because I love the sound of your voice, or when we would talk on the phone until the early hours of morning.

If there ever comes a day when you stop loving me, hold on to these memories. I pray to god you don't forget about me, but if you do, maybe when your favorite song comes on, or when you visit this old beat up town, you'll think of me.
He's sweet in his own way. He's not the romantic kind that will buy you flowers or say I love you but I'm ok with that. He's different. And I love it.

I love how he buys me mcdonalds instead of flowers.

I love how we say I hate you to each other knowing it means I love you.

I love how he says my cheeks are chubby instead of saying you're beautiful

I love how he tries to talk in a bad accent just to **** me off

I love how he always laughs at his jokes but never at mine

I love how he teaches me to play xbox instead of kissing me in the rain

I love how he won't take pictures with me and always says he has to fix his hair

I love the way he tries to be romantic but completely fails.

I love the way he loves me.
i think i've always viewed beauty differently than most.
and when i first met you, i knew that you were my most beautiful find yet.
you luminated light with every step you took. and everyone that met you, even briefly, felt better because of it.
i found beauty in every strand of your hair and every syllable that rolled off your lips.  
you're a rarity.
the light within you is so pure,
that when you're 100 and i'm 103 if i happen to pass you on the street i'll recognize you immedietly by the glow.
  Jun 2014 Lostbutyoucanfollow
Lara Wan
put your lips close to mine
and let's breathe in the same air
let's wait for the stars to shine
before we lay our cards bare
will you let me in your heart tonight?
answer me once the moon is bright
skin to skin, can we be any closer?
chest to chest, feel our hearts beat together
tingles start to rain down on my neck
sparks erupt from gentle little pecks
with your hands restrain my wrists
there's no need to wonder if it fits
as your edges match my curves
sparks start running through my nerves
I try my best to take it all
as you succeed to break my wall
and I'll watch you bask in glory
as I let you take and claim me
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world /wərld/*

I will continue to write these things
until I have told you all.

I want the world and it's folds.
I want to fight with you, words
to screams to echoes.
I want to cradle my head
swiftly, like a feather,
into the curves of your shoulders
soon after.
I want to continue an ongoing
counterclockwise motion
while we lay our heavy
backs
on the comfort of a
duvet.
I want to appear at your windowpane
at times where the
rain is the
least of your
worries.
I want to gently caress the
stubble which you bloom
in such a careless manner.

I want to find myself
at the side of yours,
every single time,
every single way,
every single moment when I
start to count the times
I've told myself,
that you are the sun,
and I am the moon.
And my charming world
has been found, with its
folds*.
  Jun 2014 Lostbutyoucanfollow
SPT
You always listen to me
When I'm away
I only have
You
Breathing memories
Down my spine
Holding my hand
Like when you said
Shhhhhhh
I need you
But I was too
damaged
To be true for you
Like slamming the brakes
When driving off
Instead of the gas
Creating writers block
Deep bass in my veins
I can't remember
Which one didn't say
Goodbye last
I guess we were
Suppose to return
To ash
as I
Drift into these pages
Like throwing rocks
At your windows
A shattered pain
Making you learn
To love again
Each time you drive
Off
leaving me
At writers block
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