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slim chance of it being anything to do with me.
 May 2016 Ysabel
Bonswan
M_ss_ng Yo_
 May 2016 Ysabel
Bonswan
What words were spoken
when we lost _ and ?
My head and heart were broken,
and now _ am m
ssng yo.
Though it got harder, I can still get by without U and I.
 May 2016 Ysabel
Nathan Pival
You fell in love with my poetry
But does that mean you know how to love me?
Have you ever loved a poet before?
Do you understand it may take a little more?

We see things more vivid than most people do
We may seem distant sometimes
Because we are

Lost in our thoughts or daydreams
Beautiful things will sometimes make us cry
I am telling you this so you don't have to wonder why

If you love a poet
You must not be the jealous type
If you ever plan to make a poet your wife

Our poetry is for everyone, not just you
This is something you must understand
If you want a poet to be your man

Sometimes our words will come out better on paper
Than when we are speaking to you
Sometimes we still might feel alone
No matter what you say or do

Do you really understand what it takes to love a poet?
Do not let our words intimidate you or expect to heal our scars
Just accept us for the beautiful souls we are

We will love you like no other
And the way we will show it will leave you smitten
We will again and again proclaim it through the poems we've written

When you love a poet
Each kiss will be a masterpiece
Each embrace will be the first and last

When you love a poet
They will be a puzzle
And you will be a puzzle piece
 May 2016 Ysabel
StrangeR Rufah
And if only I had another chance,
I'd let you know about my plans.
From the tales of the sea so strong,
To the songs by the shore so long.
From the lives within breezes we kissed,
To the raindrops while catching we missed.
From jumping at each other in dark,
To embracing tightly at lightning spark.
I'd ask you to stay for my heart's core,
'Cause I need you more,
When I look at the door.

And if only I had you in my story,
I'd forget all my past glory.
From the days of being showy,
To the nights of being a forgotten memory.
From the days of popularity,
To the days of solidarity.
From the waiting till noon,
To the songs for the moon.
From the glances over the road,
To the enhances your smiles poured.

And if only I had the strength of the old,
I'd let my fading whispers be bold.
From your morning faces that lid,
To the days so evenly placid.
From the peeking beyond that window,
To me on confronting being hollow.
I'd tell you why I swam in you, but loved.
And why so hard I drowned

And if only I had you,
For one last time.
I'll make up for my mistake now,
And let again your heart shine.
I'd tell you the secret which lies,
Deep within the earthAnd beyond those skies.

*Composed by-*
Stranger
Rufah
The ceaseless rain echoes so loud,
and hides the words I can't say aloud,
words that feel heavy, on my eloquent tongue,
as my heart beats out poems, and demands they be sung.
 May 2016 Ysabel
LS
Its simply very easy.
Kiss them.
Hold them.
Make them feel safe.
Loved.
Wanted.

Then leave them.

Don't call them.
Don't text them.

Then show up out of the blue
With an
"I still love you"
On the tip of your tongue
With another girls Hickeys
Necklaced on your neck.

Keep your distance.
Call them late at night.
Fall asleep on the phone
To them.

Give them hope.
Remind them that
They
Haven't
Moved
On
At
All.
They'll **** themselves eventually.
 May 2016 Ysabel
Lily NP
Safe Zone
 May 2016 Ysabel
Lily NP
I've always cared more about being detached,
Than I ever have for the notion of home.
Perhaps it's because it's in my blood,
Because I watched hate rule with more force than love;
But everything that I have ever known,
Tells me it's better to be alone.
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