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Traveler Dec 2017
It appears that there
Are lonely hearts on here
Strangers that long to greet
Worlds apart prepared to meet

To extend friendly word
Across lines and boarders
To dry their subtle tears
On a friendly strange freeloader

It appears that life
Is getting older
Colder and bolder
And so I share
With all my lovers
My busy hungry shoulders!
Traveler Tim
nadine Sep 2017
at the end of the day
you still matter
to me
a lot
but i wonder
my love
do i even have
just a small
space
in your
heart?
uhmmm a shortie
nadine x
Juverine Wan Apr 2017
I know
I can never make you smile
The way she does
The way he does

I know
You'll say it's pure nonsense
But when you smile at me
And at them
It's different

You write poetry about her
And even though
I didn't know you then
It still hurts

Do I like you
Do I?
I don't know how to answer
I just don't know why

I love your smile
It was what caught my eye
When I first saw you
Across the class

I forgot about you
Then I remembered
But it still didn't matter
Even though I tried

I want to make you smile
Like they do
But it's impossible
me and you
Just a poem :)
When the lights dim down is when the fun begins.
You cant seem to see a thing.
Every other sense so much stronger than before.
You question your sanity.
Wow this is really happening.
His warm breath against your skin,
You freeze..
His arms around you so tight
Like he'll never let go
You never want him to
His soft lips pressed against you neck as you moan.
His finger trails your spine
All your self-control melting away.
Lust in the arms of another so it seems for a night.
Of the seven deadly sins
*** was most obviously the best.
The pleasure, the pain
Oh what a joy it was.
Night after night...
Right before you wake up once again.
Oops... Sorry not sorry!
Riley Schatz Jul 2015
1.
Sometimes I forget just how much I love your face.
It is so open, but I still can’t tell what you’re thinking. 
Sometimes I forget just how much I love your voice.
It’s so clear, and I wish that I could hear it all day long. 
Sometimes I forget just how much I love your hands.
They’re soft, but not too soft, and I wish I could hold them.

2.
Sometimes he looks at me like I’m the world and I freeze and I don’t know what to do
Because there’s someone else he looks at like that and she’s more than I am 
But he is more to me that he his to her
He is a world to me and only an island to her
But regardless
Sometimes he looks at me like I’m the world and I melt inside
Musings about a boy. Teen angst is the best angst amirite
Sun knows not my skin
Sky sees not my face or hands
I am winter's glow.
CP May 2014
The window seems to move away
It's all very grey
As I seem to plummet down the rabbit hole
It all started with a stroll
I may have lost control

I will reach my goal
I will touch the light
I don't need a white knight

I will burn the night alight
Let's ignite the rabbit hole together, tonight
See the skylight shine bright


We will be reunited with the window light,
I can see it through the keyhole
It will not happen overnight, but we will escape the *rabbit hole

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