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 Jun 2015 Sophie
Gaffer
January’s woman melts the snow.
February’s woman is good to go
March she blows like the wind
Aprils woman is sad then warmingly glad
May the shackles are off
June in bed till noon
July love on the beach
August same woman, roll on september
September’s woman is petite and coy
October is comfort and joy
November’s woman is fireworks, this is the one
December’s woman is ice cold, she’s just found out what  i've being doing for the last eleven months and wants a divorce.
 Jun 2015 Sophie
Rj
In My Head
 Jun 2015 Sophie
Rj
I can only say
I love you
So much
Until I realize
The reason
You don't hear
Is because I am
Saying it
*In my head
 May 2015 Sophie
Mike Essig
There are moments
when the world
becomes so hard
you can only
stand to see it
through stone eyes.

  ~mce
 May 2015 Sophie
GfS
Why hug so nice
 May 2015 Sophie
GfS
She once told me
"Your hugs are nice,
I like your hugs"
She probably doesn't
Know why...
--- --- --- --- --- ---
She's a strange one
cause she holds me.
She acts around on her
own, a klutzy one she is.
She sometimes
acts on impulse, and
can be hard headed at
times. You may say that
I've fallen strangely, but
you probably don't
know her story.

Sometimes, her smile never
seemed real to me. All I ever
saw was a mask. She smiles
with her lips, but her eyes have
seen pain. And maybe, if I have
never been this way, maybe I've
never fallen.

Her smile, I wish
I could see it genuinely.
At that one moment where she
Is truly and completely happy.
I wish I could be there to see it
I wish I could be there to be it

I honestly don't know what I could
do for her, so I make the best of what
I got... So I make my hugs the best
she'll ever get, cause that's what I could offer.
I could only hope that she'd never get tired of my hugs.
 May 2015 Sophie
Kerrigan
Hazel
 May 2015 Sophie
Kerrigan
You describe your eyes as hazel
but they are so much more
Your eyes are not merely a colour;
a shade ; a hue

Your eyes are the reflection
of a sunset upon the ocean
Your eyes are my favourite flower
blossoming a season too soon

Your eyes are the final firework
of a beautiful display
Your eyes are the reoccurring dream
that I will just never forget

Your eyes are the door to your soul
and the window to my hope
Your eyes are so much more
than hazel

k.w
 May 2015 Sophie
Quinchet
You can wear a mask say what you say.
This life is one of many.
And I'm with you to stay.

So digress if will
if that's what soothes your aching heart.
I'll be waiting in the stars to love you back to life.

Mistreated stepped on but always giving.
Love can't be locked in a box it wouldn't be love.

With pink streaming lights,
connected from above,
I will dance through this life with nothing but LOVE"
... to feel is a beautiful thing. Quite the contrast of years spent covering and drowning them. At this very moment I would like to express myself through dance lol  but poetry will do.
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