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Arcassin B Sep 2014
By Arcassin Burnham



maybe i was wrong once before,

maybe i was wrong once before but,
she was,
the only thing to keep me from going insane,
i fly near the night,
telling myself,
what more can i gain,
to think it would ever change,
the heartaches and the pain,
and people forget your name,
but she didnt,
learning all the secrets,
and the foul plays,
with all the cruel intentions,
from the south,
it stays,
remember when i told you that i was a shy kid,
remember that the only thing i was,
was quiet,
remembering all the stupid stuff i did,
and when i did it ,
you were still there,
smooching and planting kisses,
you very ******,
and couldnt tell anyone about it,
if your not anymore,
i really doubt it.

when i met you,
my heart was beating like drums,
and when i met you,
kisses deeper than it was,
you made me,
flee every scene,
just to meet you,
i swear to the lord,
that i wouldnt never leave you,
very loyal,
you were,
love cross the stars and the earth,
and the rhymes that i made for you,
reading wouldnt hurt,
remembering you changed my mind on alot of things,
when i didnt believe,
i saw the light,
you bring,
and when the sun is down,
neon lights are my passion,
wishing i could have the power,
to be in your position,
under your bed,
in your closet,
under your sheets,
in your bathroom,
reading the diary,
saying i was sweet,
but not knowing they will ripped out soon,
and i hate it,
maybe i was wrong once before,
this feeling cant be shaked,
but its something i just cant ignore,

guess my prediction,
was right,
she called me on the phone,
and said she was done,
without saying goodbye,
plots been thickening,
the whole entire time,
too bad for suspense,
when you fall out of line,
i mean,
a few arguments here and there,
wouldnt be worth anyones time,
but the thing you have to see is,
you were out of line,
said some things you shouldnt have said,
leaving her crying out,
walk out the door,
and think you have it all figured out,
put your insecurities behind,
lead a new chapter,
will it all be the same,
like it really matters,
i told her it was all because im not satisfied,
what kinda drugs that i was on,
telling her that lie,
but she still cries,
and i still lie,
its like were not,
in love alot,
shes talks to me,
as if shes not,
and i dont care,
im all i got,
is she keeps screaming at the top of her lungs,
breaking my eardrums,
so away,
i run,


if it wasnt for me,
she wouldnt be like this,
what does a man have to do,
to get one more kiss,


if it wasnt for me,
she wouldnt be like this,
what does a man have to do,
to get one more kiss,

she was
she was
she was,

Part 3 should have been the understatement,
of what love is,
you shouldnt play with feelings,
you work so bad to get,
some people say this alot,
if the shoe fits,
what ever floats your boat,
or a hit-or-miss,
a mister should always have a miss,
forever love will survive,
if noones alone like this,

She was
She Was,
SHE WAS.
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2014/09/she-was-3-starring-autumn-torrez.html
FLUFFY Aug 2014
She walk in through the back door
The rosy-red lips she had
And also her umber-colored hair
#1 #3 #8
Kyle Kulseth Jul 2014
Mid-20 doldrums never really wore off
still slay the summers with smiles
                                            like punches
Still walking wounded through the bad joke lanes,
questions clamped under your tongue,
with an aching brain

Can't believe we thought we'd left a place.
Still rattling 'round inside these tin can
                                                roadways.
Car­rying cards after we fold the game
Poured pretty comforts down our throats--
                      so many candied gas tanks.

And I agree: these couches
                    are feeling more like graves
Will our crutches craft our coffins
'til we bobble routine plays?
Nothing changed before we knew it.
6-year blink, it's all the same.
                                It's just that

Mid-20 doldrums never really wore off.
Still blur the border between wants and needs.
Still **** our thumbs when all the
                                               lights turn off.
Still check our pulses,
then start laughing loud as
                                 knocking knees

Can't believe we thought we'd left a place.
We're still too comfortable with our own kind.
Still fall in love with the same friends
                               for just a few days at a time

And I concur: these routines
                 are looking more like chains
Will these crutches seal our caskets?
Would we notice anyway?
Nothing changed before we knew it
6-year blink, it's still the same.

Mid-20 doldrums never really wore off.
Still chasing sunsets and a 10-cent dream.
Still rattling 'round inside these tin can
                                           roadways
Still placing patches over fraying seams

Still checking pulses, still on quaking knees.
Still too scared to make up our minds
Still turning parties into 3-day headaches
while we pretend like we can take our time

Can't believe we thought we'd left a place
Still slay the summers with smiles
                                            like punches.
Chloe Elizabeth Jul 2014
You sent me a text
at 3 a.m.
asking me if I was awake
and why I was awake
but you didn't really think it through

You said getting through the day
is easy
because you have distractions
but at night it gets too hard
to forget about all the reasons
you loved me
and remember all the reasons you left

But next time,
I won't be there to answer
your 3 a.m. text
because I'll be sleeping
and dreaming of you
and remembering all the reasons
why I need to move on

By Chloe Elizabeth
Ellie Geneve Jun 2014
3w
love
                                                      _­___

                                                ­      is
                  
_____

                                                    hard

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