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  Jan 2015 s
Bailee Carter
Our hearts are monsters, that is why our ribs are cages.
  Jan 2015 s
bcg poetry
Us
More than you, I miss us.
I miss who we were,
when we were.
  Jan 2015 s
Ashleigh Black
One day I hope that
you will see me as
someone to love
rather than
someone to shelter.
This is real. This is now.
  Jan 2015 s
WARQA BIN NOFAIL
If I collected all the tears
I have shed for you..
It would be an ocean..
  Jan 2015 s
Jan Harak
I open my eyes,
I don't want to see,
but I cannot be blind,
even if others could be,
I have to speak:

You girl out there,
just listen to me,
I am too tired
of repeating this,
repeating constantly.

I open my eyes,
I don't want to see,
but I cannot be blind,
even if others could be,
but what do I see?

I see the girls
ruining their bodies,
cutting their skin,
because they can't
cut the soul.

They feel so useless,
out of place,
and out of control.
Sending their pics,
to guys they don't know.
Or worse.

How do you fall,
for someone so selfish,
who just says:
"Make me feel good!"
and why you do?

And what you do!
Why can't you stop!
This is not love.
Just an abuse.
Just an abuse.
In my humble opinion, I think you are awesome and you have yet to prove me wrong.
s Jan 2015
there was none in my head,
until someone says love.
and that's when you show up.
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