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Look at the end, do you see what I see ?

Can you look at yourself, and tell me how you feel?

There is so much I want to say, but not enough time to tell.

Please friend, don’t forget about me.

Remember the laughs, and the times we cried?

Don’t you remember the nights we laid side by side?

Come and find me, you know where I lye.

Don’t forget about me.

As I look away, and my vision fades, the world starts to go away.

Night is day, and black is white, but does it even matter?

I remember you now, and when you walked away.

Let’s go back to the way things were, but I know it’s all a lie.

The life I lived never happened at all, everything must have been a  dream.

I wake up with nothing, no heart or soul.

I want nothing more than to see that smile.

But I know it never existed.

Why do this to me, you sweet, sorrowful angel?

My bliss is nothing, and my love is pain.

I leave now for eternal slumber.
Anastasia Aug 2019
She was made
of gold
and marble
and she stood
above
the water.
A boy of stone
less looked at
stood hidden
behind
the ivy.
Forgotten
by most
he loved
the girl
made
of gold
and marble.
He
loved her
she
loved him
and they whispered
their love
in the night.
what do you think?
Tara Jul 2019
My mind is a graveyard,
of memories I’ve put to rest,
sometimes I’ll drop off flowers for the ones still banging at my chest,
but I’ve learned the more I visit them,
the more they hurt,
like ghosts they’ll haunt me,
till I dig them back up,
God, why do I love playing with zombies that never even loved me?
people who care for you don’t make you dig up graves,
just to bury themselves again,
but truth is,
zombies aren’t real,
and neither were your apologies,
because who apologizes by digging up dead memories,
instead of planting flowers on their graves.
Gabriel burnS Jul 2019
You’re a blunt trauma from a sharp weapon
You’re the highest of the low-hanging fruit
You’re a dark day to a vampire waiting for the sun
You’re this year’s May that I might as well not...
You’re such a hidden button during ironing “I can’t even…”
You’re the diagonal towards the end of an up-down-down-forward-back-back combo
You’re the most unexpected choke one gets by their own saliva
You’re a Ferrari keeping quiet about a handling defect until it’s too late
And me… I’m just as perfect as you are…
Only not as articulately pronounced…

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Ти си натъртване от остър предмет
Ти си най-високия от ниските плодове
Ти си мрачен ден за вампир, който чака слънцето
Ти си тазгодишния Май, в който май не бих…
Ти си така скрито копче по време на гладене, че даже не мога…
Ти си диагонал към края на комбинация от горе-долу-долу-напред-назад-назад
Ти си най-неочакваното задавяне причинено от собствената слюнка
Ти си Ферари с премълчан дефект при завиването докато не стане твърде късно
А аз… съм точно толкова съвършен, колкото и Ти
Но по-неотчетливо изказан...
This time I'm making a step across the line in the sand!
Michaela McCune Jul 2019
I once was a dancer and when I moved it felt like flying and falling, beautifully like art. With him, I stood on his feet and we danced around the room, waiting for the late hour to come. And when he let go I remembered those years on that stage when I flew through the air. I must have forgotten how to spin without his hands to turn me, how to land without his arms to catch me. So when I found my old shoes and uniform in the attic, I remembered how beautiful I was before I even had him.
Crown Shyness Jul 2019
Your face
Your eyes
I think about all the time

The moment
The picture
I keep replaying it in the future

I'm awake
I can't sleep
It feels like a dream

But I know it's not
I can't remember
They're blurring memories
"It's past midnight right now, I can't stop thinking, remembering, everything that scares me and everything I want. I think so much that I can't remember what's real and what's not; how something feels, like emotions and such..."
roxanne Jul 2019
Apologies

Like a cloud, overhanging
the colour blue,

where we lie
maybe not,

those residing words, written out
after a night once again.

Left alone, always
the colour blue.

Draining roses,
in minutes staining

I'm blushing,
you're vacant

it's day again.

Littering nameless things
breath in draft

Intrepid,
naked anatomy
sticky with vapour

and the subversion of
my smile,
inspirited between us

where spring lives
in the transitory skies

just like a kiss
goodnight,

goodbye.

Blue
The colour of you.
roumen Jul 2019
Forgive me i touched your naked body.
I am screaming.
I DON'T WANT TO BE FORGIVEN .
Forgive me i kissed your lips the day before.
I am shouting .
I DON'T WANT TO BE FORGIVEN .
Forgive me i called you week before.
I am screaming.
I DON'T WANT TO BE FORGIVEN .
Forgive me i breathed the air next to you.
I am shouting.
I DON'T WANT TO BE FORGIVEN .

For kiss, for breath, for touch , for call...
I don't want to be FORGOTTEN....
NOT YET...
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