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sunxset Jun 2015
well, honey,
if you fall,
you'll get hurt.
- mom said when i was seven, playing in the garden.

see?
you got hurt.
- i told myself whilst tears rolled down my cheek, like a flowing river.

i was falling in love,
and i forgot what mom once said
so when i remembered again,
my knees were already bleeding
and it was already all too late.
i'm not the only one...
sunxset Jun 2015
i should've known
love so deep
will pierce so sharp
just what i'm feeling
  Jun 2015 sunxset
Alyssa
it was the library
down by the corner
where Oak
and Pleasant Street
crossed every night
that I first saw you.
rugged hands
shifted the pages
of a worn-out Catcher in the Rye
when two spent faces
met one another
like gasoline
sparking up a dimmed campfire.
I took you home;
the sun rose;
and somewhere in between,
when the sheets were dancing
and my fingertips
read your skin
as if it were tattooed in brail
was the moment
I became a writer.




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it was you
sunxset Jun 2015
we don't see value in something
until
we lose it
i think it could be better meh, but yeah i wanted to write a 10w poem for a long time :/
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