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 Nov 2013 sage
Charley H
School
 Nov 2013 sage
Charley H
I could sit in the classroom for six hours each day
and I will never properly learn how to love
or how to say goodbye
I will never learn how to touch another so gently
to show them I care
or how to let go when it's time
I will never learn what to say at 2 am
when there is nothing left to say
 May 2013 sage
Lexi
I'm a lost cause
sorrow in disguise
I'll trick  you into faith that disappears before your eyes.
Convince yourself to trust me
I'll
       make  
                   sure
                            to
                                   let
                                         you
    
                                                    
           ­                                           fall.
Please just take my warning
don't believe in me at all.
 May 2013 sage
Nicholas R
If I went blind, all I would ask
Is that you do not worry
I'll remember your perfect image
Even should my eyes get blurry

All I ask is that you lay with me
Let me caress your skin
Tracing every perfect line and curve
So that I may see you again

I'd recall your golden curly hair
The way we looked into each other's eyes
Your body from which I could never look away
The colorful tights that adorned your thighs

If I went blind, let it be known
That my love would not cease
Holding hands makes me feel just as at home
In your soft touch, I would find peace
 Feb 2013 sage
Megan Grace
Won't
 Feb 2013 sage
Megan Grace
I'll never
tell you about
how at night
sometimes I lace my fingers
together
and I pretend
they belong to someone
else.
 Feb 2013 sage
Montana
She
 Feb 2013 sage
Montana
She
She doesn’t move
when she thinks about him.
His thoughts consume her thoughts and
render her motionless.
She can’t cry when she thinks
about the time together they will never have ,
because how can you miss
something you don’t even know?
How can you lose
something you never even had?
4/5/10
 Feb 2013 sage
Montana
Lips
 Feb 2013 sage
Montana
Your lips
Were the first thing I noticed
Gently parted
Breathing in and out

Oh to be your words
Conceived within your mind
Born upon your lips

Poetry.

Your lips are ******* poetry.
5/25/12
 Feb 2013 sage
Montana
I'll *******,
If you want.
Cause I want it
Just as bad as you do.
But I also want to hear the rustle of the sheets
When you turn over in the middle of the night.
I want to feel your hot breath on my neck.
I want the stubble on your chin to graze my cheek
As you kiss me gently on the forehead.
And when I whisper "goodnight," you don't have to reply.
Just nudge me with your knee
Or poke me with your elbow.
8/13/12
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