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 Oct 2014 Sophia
r l
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 Oct 2014 Sophia
r l
It's been a year now
A year of being reminded of you

Thinking of you whenever I see the ocean
Or see my mom making the same meal you would always make us
Or see my grandmother. She has your eyes
And your smile, even though that's impossible to replicate
I think of you when I see an automatic reclining chair like the one my brother and I would fight over at your house
And when I see Judge Judy on TV
Or, especially, when I see deserts. Any kind rinds me of you now

Just know you aren't forgotten
I'm reminded of you every day
Meant to post this yesterday but I forgot to. Oops. This is another poem for my Great Granmother who died a year ago yesterday. Sorry it's not the best poem, I just wanted to write something
 Sep 2014 Sophia
Miss Havisham
Through the windows I can see,
the gardens are in bloom once more.
I catch a moment of beauty,
it was a fading glance.
Beauty, all around.
Beauty I had
failed to
see!

-M.H.-
 Sep 2014 Sophia
KA
The next day....
 Sep 2014 Sophia
KA
you linger on my skin.
 Sep 2014 Sophia
Rj
Untitled
 Sep 2014 Sophia
Rj
When your parents are asking about boys and boyfriends
Do you ever wanna just get it over with and scream in their face,
*I AM GAY
 Sep 2014 Sophia
L
20w
 Sep 2014 Sophia
L
20w
No free verse
         haiku
            or sonnet
could ever portray
the amount of love
this beating,
bleeding heart
holds for
you.
For my girl.

**
Leigh
 Sep 2014 Sophia
Muggle Ginger
"I love you,"
One:
You are the first person to ever say that to me
The grass felt soft and the air warm
We couldn't stop laughing

"I love you,"
Two:
I'm a bit more skeptical because words aren't actions
And you're actions are yelling another story; it sounds more like a tragedy than a comedy.

Three:
Someone told me they loved me before, but hadn't thought about what it means. I trust you are most selective with my feelings. (A candle-lit dinner means more than artificial light.)

"I _ _ _ _ you,"
Four:
We say "love" as often as "hate;" they can be equally destructive.

Five:
I'm alone. I can love myself.

"I love you,"
Six:
This time I said it first. That was a mistake. You are only skin deep. You couldn't understand anything more than perfume and mascara. It makes all the difference if you break or are broken.

Seven:
We are collapsing buildings, screaming it one last time before we accept we never had a chance. If we had been trees we could have swayed in the breeze.

Eight:
I am alone.

"I love,"
Nine:
My love is for someone else, not for myself.

Ten:
I'm very cautious when someone says, "I love you." I've heard it before. I have only seen it through squinting eyes.
When it's honest, I hope I know how to care for it properly.
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