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Paulina Nov 2014
Oh darling it could've been so much better, but we ****** it up with our false notion of romance
In the midst of our midnight dance
We entered a trance
We forgot who we were
We forgot how to love
All we ever did was search for this notion
Of love and lust and everything in between
So here we are
Sitting on a pile of ash
Our past feelings have been reduced to trash
We part
Our lips no longer moving
Motionless smiles to the faceless strangers
The end is looming over us
No more things to discuss
Once upon a dream
You were beside me
Our life so perfect
But that is but a dream
And as the hopeful gleam
Fades in our eyes
We dissolve with the rain
Leaving behind the blame
It's all the same now
This was our last bow.
A jumble of thoughts
Paulina Aug 2014
I walked upstairs. the wooden floor boards screeched. My knees were scratched from the cobblestone roads I ventured in my dreams. The same unforgiving feeling crept into my soul and inhibited my body, I could feel it brewing deep within myself slowly spreading towards my finger tips. Almost tangible but not at all, like a thought that got lost between your brain and mouth, yet it still lingers in the twinkle of your eyes. Helpless and angry but most of all alone, no one to blame but your own stupidity. Tonight when I came home there was no one, no one was waiting for me in the door way. The bedroom looks somehow colder. A mute blue room. Tonight when I came home the walls heard my frustrated sighs. They will keep them for all eternity. Tonight I'll open the windows and let the summer breeze explore the dark corridors, I'll play our song and close my eyes. I'll light up my cigarette and lie on the unmade bed. My tired eyes will see the smoke morph into visions of us dancing, laughing, obnoxiously singing for all the neighbors to hear. However for now I think I'll just sit on the top step of the wooden staircase and wait. For tonight the moon had changed and maybe so did your decision.
Paulina Feb 2017
When I think about you
I have a feeling of regret
I watched you leave and decay
When I think of you
I remember your eyes
So warm and welcoming
And yet your warmth for me has gone
When I think of you
I miss myself
The version of who I was
Maybe that was my original self
Or maybe I just don't want to let go
To the innocence I had before I even met you
And to my tainted self after you'd gone
These murky thoughts arise within
I whisper quietly
Begone, begone, begone, be gone
Paulina Feb 2015
you asked her to stay
but in return you heard a howl
you looked up and there she was
eternally fleeting
perpetually out of grasp
for you were an anchor and she was a kite
she wouldnt stay but she always came back
for she is the wind
and you the earth.

— The End —