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Robin Sep 2013
If I loved you. You know what would happen
life would be different.
we could have read poetry and only cared about what we wrote
Talked about our friends behind their backs
not keep our words
and pretend to not know what is right
avoided helping a homeless man eat
and speed in school zones
the world would have been better if we were together
we could have been better than other couples
and flaunted our love in front of all the lonely souls
did drugs together
became to attached to our things
maybe even start a family
and raise those children on our beliefs and nothing less
to have an open mind, yet condem the poor and weak
those children would grow up hating us and we will love it
One will actually do something with her life
and the other will die trying
to get away from this life we have come to love
and we will grow old
with our money
and big house to ourselves
we could have been corrupt in our actions and thoughts
but we could have been in love and that is all that matters.
Not our friends
our families
our children
anything,
except our money and our beliefs.
and that would be our lives together
and oh, what a life it would be.
The life of a courpt american love story
the story we all follow
with or without permission
slowly we lean
until we die.
Robin Sep 2013
If I knew life went So fast
I would have been more cautious
I would have always used a blinker
Always checked my mirrors
Forced everyone to wear seatbelts
I wouldn't have speed that fast
I would have walked a little more
And admired the giant oak trees
And blue cloud dotted skys

I would have looked into your eyes a little longer
I would have sang,
Danced, laughed
And loved a little more

But then again,
I wouldn't have changed anything
For the world
And Thank you for that.
Robin Aug 2013
I live in the dark
My life a soft haze
With my thoughts avoiding the truth
That these comforts
The things I hold So close
Are So temporary
And So easily taken away
So fragile
And with that realization
The grip I found myself
So tightly grasping
Slipping away
Well,
More like my finger tips
Being peeled back
As my voice cracks
Not wanting to let go.

I think it's because I feel strange
Or lost
And the feeling of unknown
Terrifies me
And knowing I must face it alone
Slightly kills me
And yet I know
it will be an awfully grand adventure.
Robin Aug 2013
the smoke
stings my chest
but why
shouldn't it?
Robin Aug 2013
untold stories
that died in the light of others
and unwrapped presents
missed their chances and
waiting for next year

surrounded by small talk
and friends without meaning
the time that was waisted
can never be taken back

no one to lay in the road with
and no one to stay up late with

I sit on my roof alone
smoking
with a heavy heart
listening to nothing
and the slight breeze stings slightly

live in the sun, and love in the moon

terrible terrible, how nice this summer has been
for the pouring of hearts have been stopped.

for being so surrounded
we are so alone.
Robin Aug 2013
I watch the familiar faces
blur to the point of unrecognizable.
And the strange
become normal.
Silently following the story
I want to stop reading
but I am forced to continue.
Robin Aug 2013
doors left slightly open
let in bugs
and long cold breezes

forgetting about
closing these doors
is the scarier part.
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