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Oct 2015 · 291
Purple
Sydney Oct 2015
I was red.
I was in love with a boy who’s
Love was so pure and true.
Everytime I saw him,
I was as happy as a ******* the first date.
He is my sunrise.
His smile is the sun,
Lighting up my life.

But then suddenly,
I was blue.
Our love turned to
Sheer and utter sadness.
Everytime I see him,
It’s as though,
I am being ran over by a car,
Then having someone jump on my corpse.
His smile is now the reason,
I’m awake at 2 am, cursing his name.

Now I’m purple.
A painful mixture of
Love and hurt.
In the process of healing.
Stuck between I want love
And I want to be loved.
Oct 2015 · 352
Not the Last Farewell
Sydney Oct 2015
As i felt the dying warmth of your embrace around my body,
I knew it was going to be the last time for a while.
Being a part of military families,
Our lives can change in an instant.  
The way we fit so perfectly together,
Like a jigsaw puzzle,
We were one.
I could feel our hearts beating in sync,
And your body shaking as you sobbed onto my clavicle,
Your tears,
Puddling,  
Staining my shirt.
Your long, light brown hair was tickling my face.
The somber grey skies closing in around us,
The deserted hotel parking lot,
It was as though the weather was reflecting our emotions,
And the empty lot resembling the fresh hole in my heart.
I could feel the drops of rain starting to fall onto my back.
As I slowly pulled away,
I took one last look at
Your mascara stained cheeks,
Lighted by the fading Holiday Inn sign,
And a thousand memories flashed through my mind,
But, I knew this was not the last farewell.
Oct 2015 · 1.1k
Ode to My Bra
Sydney Oct 2015
Unlike so many people I know,
You pick me up when I’m feeling low.

You support me in everything I do,
I wouldn’t be able to do life without you.

You are so simple to hide,
And your straps so easy to slide.

You accept people big and small,
And even those who are short and tall.

You come in so many shapes and sizes,
Push up, lightly lined, 34 A, B and C all seem like prizes.

You come in so many pretty colors too,
Pink, red, orange, yellow, rainbow and even blue.

Without you, my life would be a jumble,
I know you’ll have my back even when i tumble.

I will never not be longing for your touch,
I love you so so much.
Oct 2015 · 344
What I Never Told My Kids
Sydney Oct 2015
I told my kids to look both ways
Before crossing the street.
I told my kids to try hard in school
And to get good grades.
I told my kids to not do drugs
And to not drink underage.
I told my kids to always practice safe ***,
To be kind.
I told my kids to treat others with respect
And that respect is earned, not given.

But I never told my kids about heartbreak.
How it changes you.
How it screws with your mind and
Makes you rethink everything you’ve ever done.
I never told my kids how heartbreak gives you a whole
New perspective on life.
How it keeps you up at 3 am
And makes you cry uncontrollably,
Forcing you to choke on your own tears.
Oct 2015 · 734
Mango Peace Tea
Sydney Oct 2015
The faded orange that surrounds your aluminum body is so inviting,
Contrasting so well with the earthy forest green and the fire red
Making you appear so much more delicious.
The way you sit on this firm desk,
When I finally pop your tab, a wave of happiness rushes through me,
Your taste so fruity and sweet,
You’re my favorite, Mango Peace Tea
Sep 2015 · 463
You
Sydney Sep 2015
You
The first time I saw you,
My heart skipped a beat.
Your sun kissed caramel skin,
Midnight eyes,
Voluptuous lips,
And your crepuscular hair,
falling into place,
So perfectly without even trying.
And your body,
Was so inviting.
The way your white, polo shirt tugs at your bicep,
Was so distracting.
When you finally looked my way,
I felt my face get hot.
I didn’t know something so beautiful,
Could notice someone as simple as me,
Dark brown messy hair,
Aqua eyes,
Pale skin,
And a curvaceous figure.

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