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Emily Jun 2014
"The price of love is loss,
but still we pay."
And I'm afraid, my dear
That I've paid in full
For you see
I'm running out of things to lose.
Clindballe Apr 2014
We
We started talking.
We began hanging out.
We sometimes talked.
We took walks in the forest.
We talked more.

We started holding hands.
We talked a bit more.
We told each other secrets.
We talked even more.
We did long hugs in the rain.
We fell in love.

It went to fast, I couldn’t keep track.
We stopped falling.
What is going on?
We stopped holding hands.
What happened?
We stopped hugging.
We can’t even touch?

We stopped telling secrets.
Where did the trust go?
We spoke less.
Where are you going?
We rarely spoke.
We are not friends?
We never spoke.
*Did I do something wrong?
Written: April 24 - 2014
So I walk as I stared on my path
As your beautiful lips moves around
As your sparkly eyes stares
Well the tree is kind of far away
But it takes seconds as the steps i took with you
I guess your eyes hypnotised and they didn't care about my tears
Your broad chest stand there proudly
Just like the first song on the chapel
Just like the first word out of a baby's mouth
Just like the first flight that I did
Just like the first time I met those eyes
Gabriella Mar 2014
in the oceans of souls looking for a high
on a summer night
and the sea of tousled blankets in the wet grass
there was a boy.

I remember how he looked.
holding her hand in the rain
his eyes were deep
in a way you could only tell
by staring into to them
I remember hearing his name hurt
it hurt to hear it.
even though I never had thought of him much.
Through the huddles of people
staring out into an empty night

there was him

there he was
holding her hand

— The End —