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 Feb 2015 Lost Soul
Wei Ling
they say love is
butterflies in your stomach,
fluttering heart when you see him,
smiling uncontrollably for no reason,
feeling safe in his arms

but today i witnessed her break down,
wailing out loud uncontrollably,
her shoulders shaking from sobbing so hard,
lips quivering with effort to stop crying

the light that was once in her eyes dimmed
now replaced with the look of utter betrayal
of all the lies and broken promises.
she speaks of suicide
in such a broken tone i never heard before
it scares me

it's hard to believe
the now tear-stained cheeks
were once glowing radiantly
it breaks my heart
to see the once cheerful girl
being shattered into pieces
 Feb 2015 Lost Soul
Md Aleef
I was born bloodied up and screaming
I don't want to go the same way
Please recognise me if you need to use this. Its personal.
 Jan 2015 Lost Soul
Mitch Prax
I am a bug
You are a garden
Just one more hug
And I’m in heaven

I am an island
You are a sea
Leaving me stunned
And no longer empty

I am a comet
You are a star
Missing you’s become a habit
That leaves me with a scar
 Jan 2015 Lost Soul
Ocean Blue
Things will be okay
Just give me your hand
I will take you
Through the dust
And the noise and the fire
And the madness
Of the weeping city
Trust me and
Follow me
I will lead you
To the silent harbor
Of painless eternity.
As Jim said in the past
There used to be a time
When simple things
Used to be enough
There used to be a time
When you can win a heart
With a smile in your face
There used to be a time
When you can build a castle
From the words you trust
There used to be a time
When music can be played
While souls embrace
There used to be a time
When I can see my future
And let go of my past
Jim was nothing but a thought
When I used to believe in love
When I used to believe it could last
© Copyrighted
Abdullah Ayyash
January 28th, 2015
 Jan 2015 Lost Soul
Chelsey
If I carved the words "I love you"
into every inch of my skin,
would you believe them?
Would you believe me?

If I painted a picture of my heart
with the very blood that it pumps,
would you cherish it?
Would you cherish me?

If I promised that there was no one else,
that there was only you,
would you accept that?
Would you accept me?
Would you accept me?
 Jan 2015 Lost Soul
ThePoet
You'll never remember
the bad when
you're in the
good

But you'll always
remember the good
when you're in
the bad

Pain is the
greatest necessity
of pleasure

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