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Sunrise & Sunset.
Land & Sea.

Flowers & weeds.
Full & Empty.

Alive & Dead.
Beautiful & Ugly.

Sweet & Bitter.

Poetry & Prose.

You & me.
 Dec 2014 Nicholas
Mikaila
Another weary December's coming
And I hate the cold
I really thought you'd remember, darling
But it seems you've left me alone.

In the morning my heart's aching
For a gentle soul
I remember your blue eyes
They always made me feel whole.

You left me cold
You left me cold
You left me cold
You left me-

Run away, run and leave me cold
Run away, run and leave me old
Run away, darling, run to yesterday
Run away, pretend I had a say

The nighttime bruises black and blue and
The light is bleak at sunrise
And the roses I named for you have
Withered on their vines.

I leave you flowers on the sidewalk
I speak your name to the stars
Can't seem to tether up my wild heart
Even when it leaves scars.

You left me cold
You left me cold
You left me cold
You left me-

Run away, run and leave me cold
Run away, run and leave me sold
Run away, run there's no escape
Run away, for the hearts you break
Run
Run
Run and leave me cold
Run
Run
Run, keep your control
Run
Run
Run, there's nothing left
Run
Run
Run, I should have guessed...

You'd leave me cold
You left me cold
You left me cold
You left me
Cold.
http://youtube.com/watch?v=UMfVHZspytY
This would be what it sounds like.
 Dec 2014 Nicholas
Mikaila
Untitled
 Dec 2014 Nicholas
Mikaila
I am preparing for another girl I love
To go missing inside her own eyes.
I'm getting tired of goodbyes.
 Dec 2014 Nicholas
A
Lost memories
 Dec 2014 Nicholas
A
Now and again
I let myself wander
In the words once forgot-
Reaching further than
Hearing Past voices
I strain to feel a phantom touch.
I no longer can feel the stroke of your hand on my bare shoulders,
And I can't hear your inflection
In moments once precious.
There's no soul left in those shriveled memories;
Just deformed faces.
 Dec 2014 Nicholas
Ashley Lopez
It's like hearing the ticking of a time bomb
But not able to find where it’s coming from  
Until you put your hand to your chest
And then you realize
That the bomb is your heart
And the tick, ticking
Is
Its
Beat.
 Dec 2014 Nicholas
Rupal
Deep
 Dec 2014 Nicholas
Rupal
In depth
there is
fear and insecurity...

Therefore
people prefer

The shallow
Tried and tested...
 Dec 2014 Nicholas
A
Rings
 Dec 2014 Nicholas
A
Home is your favorite coffee stain
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