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Aris Nov 2015
Remind me the feeling of being loved by you again.
Uhhhm, hey... Just a newbie. If you see some flaws, feel free to correct me :)
It is not so for those who's hearts are broken, to love.
Yet we find their seeking of a bandage.
They grasp our sticking and we repair the broken pieces.
Where there they love.

*Where There they love.
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Pendulum Nov 2015
I'll grab this time to think for myself
Can I really take this break?
Did I make you feel happy somehow?
Can I give up my ultimate dream for you?

I am now asking myself
This many questions inside my head
Can I give up my dream to become a mother
And to become a wife to you my dear?

Am I capable to have a home
Of only me and you
Without a child
And without a knot to tie us two?

While I'm waiting for you
To your quest to fix your life
I will talk to myself
And tell you my answers
to my own questions, in time.
Jackie Andary Oct 2015
Band-Aids cannot fix
All of our deepest wounds
Or our broken hearts
Leah Anne Oct 2015
In the scripts playing inside my head you were there to listen.
You were there to talk,
To organize our chaos and to make sense of those wasted days when we could never connect the dots in this cosmic puzzle.
Words are all I need, the right words that can reincarnate the colors of this desaturated conspiracy,
Coming out of your nervous lips as your eyes misplace its focus in the light of my blushing face.

In my head, we were both lost in the midst of something that can fix us.
....
September 14, 2015. 7:59 pm
Ridz Oct 2015
it was my
fault

i moved the
table

because of me, the vase is now on the
ground

broken
shattered

oh, what have I
done?

i've made a
mess

i need to get it back to what it
was

it's not just a vase to
me

oh my god, i can't do
this

it's not getting *******
fixed

the shards stab my
hands

funny, the thing i love most
hates me now

my fingers
bleed

my heart's beating
fast

i can't bear to part with this
vase

sitting in the corner crying, i'm
dying

i need that
vase

it's very dear to
me

you won't understand, you
see?

the water's spilled
everywhere

mixing with my
tears

the flowers look at me
accusingly

i can't do
this

the vase will never be the same
again

i cry and
cry

until i finally
decide

that it's time to throw the shards
away

it's time to

L
    E
T

G
    O
But what breaks my heart
Is that I messed up again.
How can I fix this?
Is there no place for friendship
In these tangled emotions?
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