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alonia Mar 2019
It's 10 P.M.
While my earphones are stuck in my ears for 3 hours,
I waited to hear your name clash between the lyrics of the song I am listening to
As the singer tune his mood out of every metaphor he says,
You are all I see, all I hear, and all I care
I thought of the Pacific Ocean and the moon
How both beautiful beings had never collided and I thought of us
I thought of how I always wanted to intertwine your big tanned hands to mine
But then I also realized that it was just friendly messages you give me and that you thought of intertwining your hands with someone, but not me.
I wept;
your name echoed along the rivers of my tears and it felt absolutely painful
I imagined your crooked smile,
how it shines while it looked at me when you haven't had a clue about what I felt.
And then suddenly you knew,
and it was painful again
and I was crying again
and my heart still echoed for your touch, I don't know why
The singer says I should hold on,
never should I stop believing that I could be yours, and that we could be together
But then the teacup of my feelings broke when the earthquake of your response punched through my heart and wobbled my hands until I can no longer hold the teacup.
My hearts aches again.
I remember your sweet scent,
and when you call me and I glance at you, I see bubbles and sparkles
And maybe everything nice, including you.
But I'm sad, because anxiety took over me and you couldn't save me, I know you wouldn't want to save me. Because it's such a pain, it's too much effort and you don't like that, so you decided to put ice cold packs in your messages and reply with dull words.
And my heart aches again, and this time, it's much painful.
I've always wanted to bear your name,
carve it to my heart and claim it mine
But to think that your rainbow-colored smile and tanned skin would not belong to me,
I stopped, let anxiety took over
And gave you all up.
Alana Jones Mar 2019
It all sounds good.
Riding with the windows down and your music loud all throughout the hood.
Neglecting your homework,
putting hours in at work,
because you think that you should.
Emulating a sound that you know is
not yours,
because it sounds good.
You think it’s because you should.
You should follow your own voice,
rhythm, and beat.
Be free in spirit, and feel
the beat from ground
through your feet.
You can’t be her.
You can’t be him.
You can only be you.
Just, be you.
Herselfher Mar 2019
Took him for granted
Maybe he was not that bad
I didn’t realize what i had
Until someone else
gave him a chance
For her,
he is the best
She has ever had
For me he is my sad
Past
nightdew Mar 2019
in a bed of flowers,
her hair is set adrift from the wind,
a discreet secret tainted on her lips,
that echoes into the unknown.

in a suit of black,
he greets her with a melancholic smile,
forever wondering what more he
could have accomplished.

he could've done more,
she could've done less,
but it's too late to settle the scores.
if you did something wrong, fix it.
if someone's mad at you, fix it.
if you failed to protect them, fix it.
don't push your mistakes onto the next day,
because it might be too late then.
D Mar 2019
the way he kisses me, sometimes..
it leaves my toes curling,
those butterflies churning,
and I'll tell you, I've never felt so alive.
and he's all mine
helena alexis Mar 2019
i felt you exit through my chest,
you were a part of me but i guess
i wasn’t enough
with each weeping breath i felt
fragments of you leave
releasing themselves from my tightly
clenched throat
carbon dioxide flavored lies expelled through my lips
your soul slowly lifted its way out of me
what i fool i was to believe i could keep you
with me no matter what
you were made solely for drifting away
dabble Mar 2019
Best duo
Him and music
Thanks to him and music for now I know how heaven feels like....
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