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Ronald J Chapman Oct 2015
Nights are always so quiet and cold,
Just before winter comes,

I miss the warm touch of the summer sun,

Perhaps our lives are about to change,

You are at the beginning of a new adventure,
Our promises can wait,

Eye's sparkling with tears,

Our memories of the past years,
We will keep locked safely in our hearts,

Quietly thinking,
What could have been?

What will be?
In this time, as your adventure begins,

Passing into the future,
Our voices become silent,

As thousands of ages pass;
Lonely,
Waiting,
Clouds passing slowly,

My Soul stands to guard you,
To keep you from falling,
Never parting,

'Til the day,
On a distant horizon,
My promises will be kept.

Copyright © 2015 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
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kyle Shirley Sep 2015
Thanks Bruno mars, she does make me feel like iv been locked out of heaven now.
I hate that I love you, and I love that I hate you, you make me feel like I know what love is, this pain I constantly feel, it never numbs or goes away, iv just learned to deal with it.
I stay close to you, because if I ever let go fully, id loose a best friend along with a lover. Its karma, I thought I knew everything there was to know about you in auch a short time, even now im finding things I love more about you.
I love that I hate you.
Em Sep 2015
Once upon a time, we gave each other the title "best friend".
To me, it meant so much more than it did to you.
It meant acceptance, openness, honesty, love.
To you, it was just a title.
You told me once that we would always be best friends,
That nothing would ever change that.
I was ignorant enough to believe you.
Even after you played games with my heart and mind,
I still believed you.
Perhaps, it was stupidity at it's finest.

They say your first love isn't necessarily
The person who shares your first kiss,
Or the person you marry.
It's the one you compare everyone too.

You are my first love, though, you never even loved me.

You put me though so much unnecessary ****,
And every time,
I continued to run back to you.
Because you were my best friend.

You will probably never understand the depths of my love for you.
But it's okay, because I don't either.

I just wish you knew that I choose you every time.

I've cut off all possible traces that could lead me back to you;
Because it's not worth it anymore.
I'm tired of being ignored.
I'm tired of being taken for granted.
I'm tired of you getting the final say.

Wanna know what I say?
                     *******.
Written 09.24.15
nina Sep 2015
I love
Every last detail about you
From every curl on your head
To the tips of your toes

I can feel your love
And it makes me ecstatic
Knowing that no matter what happens
I'll always be in your heart
Just as you'll always be in mine

I am unconditionally in love
With you
My life will never be the same now.
And even if we're apart, you will still be a part of me
Christy Avery Aug 2015
Teacher
Most people hear that word and think of school
A cheap, meaningless word
Until you find the real teachers

The people who teach you about life
Teach you about love
Teach you about yourself
You.

You don't even know it
Did you suspect it would turn out this way when it all happened?
Did you ever think that you wouldn't completely destroy me?
For a while I was a mess
Crying, wishing you to say
But knowing you wouldn't.

One thing I learned was that you always kept your word.

Slowly, slowly
I kicked and screamed my way out
I wasn't trapped by you anymore
I didn't know what was happening.
You ******* everything up and made a mess in my life when it didn't even involve you

Another thing I learned was that someone else can create the demons, but you can make them stay.

But now?
I'm okay.
Not fine, but okay.
I'm over you
That part was the easiest- I know I'm better off.
But I'm still picking up the pieces of the mess you made in my mind.

But if there's one thing I've learned
One thing that overpowers everything
It's that I've found myself
Losing you was worth it.

So maybe a broken friendship wasn't my teacher.
Maybe I'm teaching myself.
Charlotte Aug 2015
Covered in gasoline
holding fire
their bond got stronger.
Little did they know
when it broke
they were only covered in water.
AM Aug 2015
BFF
She's my first tear catcher
my personal mood charger
we share stupid laughs together
and become each others' healer
she's the coolest life teacher
my idiotic picture liker
helping me to be a better stalker
each time my ex has another girl
she's the angel and the devil
knows me better than a fortune teller
she's my best of friends
she's my forever
When others asked me
Who I thought to be my best friend
It was not the name of a sister I uttered
It was yours I would speak clearly
I was proud to call you my best friend
I felt such a connection
And I knew you felt it too
But somehow in the mix of life
We separated
Though not by my will
I did take that last step though
But all I had asked from you
Was a simple request
But you refused
And I snapped
Leaving us standing on opposite sides
Of the line in the sand

This doesn’t change
That my heart screams to be near you
What I would give anything to have you here
To speak with in excited tones
Of all that has occurred

I can hear your laugh as if you are here
Surrounding me as I tell you
Of what I have done
You would chuckle
Tell me that I have done good
Wrap me in your strong arms
Before you hand me
Whatever pison we chose for the night

I can see the looks of amusement
You would give me
As I told you of my adventures
While we sat cross legged on your bed
Your cat between us
Food you made before me
As you make sure that I eat something
Me failing to get you to eat more than a bite with me

But above all else
I miss you
I wonder if you would answer if I called
You are like a sister to me
We have grown up with each other
From as close to day one
As you can get
Without being real sisters
I love you with all my heart
And I know none of this is intentional
But we seem to be drifting Dear
It’s been twelve years
And the laughter is now forced
Though only in front of others
We are still sisters at heart
And behind closed doors
But why can’t that be
In front of your friends?
Why does the laughter
Have to be forced for them?
Why do I have to feel like
Second class around them?
I wish it could be like it use to be.
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