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Bailey Marie Jul 2014
Someday I will fade
Just like a photograph in one of those books you keep
A distorted memory; there but forgotten
I am nothing but a familiar echo, haunting you from the past
I still live in the moments where our eyes would meet
When we would communicate with smiles and stolen kisses
You were my future
I am your past.
JoBe Arenas Jul 2014
The flower of our past
Is no longer in bloom
Just as my love for you
Gone with the season

A new bloom is expected
Coming just as soon
The last season ended,
Bringing new colors to show

The petals gracefully
Fall to the soil
As they die they bring
Forth new hope

I like the changing season
Must cope with the cycle
Of transition and change
Yet it is known as life, quite strange?
another old poem from some time ago
Simao Mendes Jul 2014
When we get to see eachother again
Let's talk through the night and day
Let's make the darkness of the past fade away
You haven't left my brain
Or my heart
Guess you are a piece of art
Can't imagine us apart
Tons of pain
Caused by distance
Can't forget your existance
Don't forget my name
sc Jun 2014
Save You

The first time I saw those blue eyes,
I understood that this was no ordinary friendship.
Your smile turned my world around.
And your laugh made my cheeks blush.
Never did I see it coming.

The naïve girl I was,
Did not see the mask you had placed upon your face.
The face that could cure cancer with that sweet smile.
The face I wished to see every day.
That slowly faded into an unpleasant frown.

I swore to myself that this wasn’t happening.
I wanted to believe you were okay.
Then I knew
I needed to save you.

But I couldn’t save you from destroying yourself.
You wouldn’t let me in.
I couldn’t save you from tearing yourself apart.
Not then, not now, not ever.

I saw your life ripping away, and you had no control.
The words you spoke were tired, and lifeless.
Like what you had become.
How could I save you?

Now you never smile, and when you do it isn’t really there.
You drown yourself in the smoke, the pills, and the suffocating regret.
You aren’t happy, although you say you are.
But is this what happiness is to you?

Now we talk as strangers, and I wonder if you miss the love we shared.
That smile that once made me laugh has made me crack.
Those baby blue eyes have transformed into a distorted grey.
I didn’t save you.

You walk alone now, and I hardly get a glance.
But you still mean the world to me.
You didn’t want me to change and I haven’t.
Because I couldn’t save you.
Just a poem I wrote for a creative writing class about an old friend.
Ira Dawson Jun 2014
The leaves wither
                                        in the way


                                                            I watched you fade
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