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Hello princess,
You're beautiful,
Kind,
****,
Funny,
You make me smile,
I'm going to hug you close and deep,
Stare into your soul,
Hold your hand.
But I don't want you,
Remember, we're just friends.
There I was falling in love, then love didn't catch me.
Katie Biesiada Apr 2014
I'd like to think that
You and I
Could build an empire
From the ground, up.
From the ground that
caught my tears
And held me up
When I felt like falling.
And from the ground
That held your weight
When you stood by and
watched
As I slowly fell apart.
I'd like to think that
We could build an empire
Just you and I,
That sits up high
So we could watch the sea
As it leaves in the morning
And comes back far too late.
I'd like to think that
We could build an empire
Just you and I
But I know it will only be just
me.
Because it's always just me.
Fickled, fluttering of synths
Loop, lush, repeat
These fragments compliment my simple thoughts
My darting eyes craving to digest color and spectacle
I dance, obsess, whilst smoking my smoke as the separation between darkness and rejoice blur in an ever continuous ***** from below.
Procrastination and analysis of mental health.
You can't control falling in love,
but you can control where you land.
RH Apr 2014
Things are different with you;
Loving you is like writing again
After a long time of being idle.
I've written on so many pages before,
And wrote a lot of poetry.
But my hands can't seem to
Stop trembling as I write on these pages once again.

It's not because I'm terrified this poetry might turn out badly,
(Although the possibility's alarmingly huge)
But because it's been a while since I've written again,
And I'm unsure if I can create a masterpiece,
Because I want to.
But my hands won't stop shaking.
It's a short metaphor about falling in love after a long time of being out of love, and unsure if you can love the person right (If such a thing there be).
Esme Venegas Apr 2014
This love is the end of my loneliness
And the beginning of my suicide.
TheBookworm Apr 2014
I fall. Faster. Faster still.
The wind hurts my ears.
I think they're bleeding.
I can't see the ground.
I'm falling, and I don't know where.
I don't know. But, do I want to know?

I don't know many things.
I don't know what went wrong between us.
I don't know how our worlds are so silent.
I don't know how I'm even here.

I'm falling. I know that.
I don't know where.
I just wish I knew why.
i Apr 2014
i know it's late,
but i have to call you,
just to hear your
velvet voice and rushed breathing.

i know it's late,
but i have to know
what are you doing,
are you sleeping, dreaming
of me?

i know it's late,
but darling, i love you,
and i can't survive
the night without you.
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