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Anastasia Jul 2019
Call me home
Don't leave me alone
I want to be were your heart is
Call me home

Run around with me
Wake up the fireflies
My doubt slowly dies
Call me home

Lift me up
Inside your arms
Dance with me
In the rain

Mist
In my eyes
You tell me
I'm alright
Tell me not to cry
I'll be
Okay
You'll love me
Every day

Look at that smile
The smell of your skin
Love me any day
I'll let you in

Dancing
Crushing violets
You're where my heart is
You're my home
Unfinished ❤ Ideas are welcomed ❤ Recommendations in the comments are lovely
Joyce Jul 2019
if you're going to hold on me
i won't put up a fight
just promise me
you'll do it right
Lilly F Jul 2019
I crave human touch
someone to cuddle
it doesn't have to be from a significant other or that of such
but from anyone please, before I drown in this puddle
puddles of loneliness, so late at night
I long for someone to hold me,
squeezing me tight
whoever up there that may be listening, take my plea
and send someone to please lay next to me


©L.F.
my skin feels cold without feeling any loving touches.
Kayla Chappell Jul 2019
The thoughts
They flow like an open road
Never do i know
Where they are going to go.

My heart,
Reaching out and soaked

Me,
I’ve wrote and i’ve wrote

But i’m not sure
What i can say to save us
Anymore.

My arms are locked up
I'm waiting for the tide to come in,
For the same wave to wash me out
and slam me back against that edged rock
Again and again.

How many times before i realize;
I can't swim in this.
This water is poison.

My lungs are being filled with water
And I'm gasping for air
Hoping the love I thought we had
Would be there
To save us
From this awful nightmare.

I said, Crying in despair.

What a sappy ending
But life isn't fair.

It hurts more to hold on,
Than to let go.
So I'll Just keep on walkin',
Down that road.
When it's time to let go
Yachika Sharma Jun 2019
You have a hold on me.
Spinning my mind off,
Heart beating faster,
Fogging of my eyes,
I lose out control,
You own me.
Strung Jun 2019
I don’t want to talk
Locked
Somewhere between my eyes and my trembling hands
I couldn’t hold the pencil
To tell you.

It fell from between my fingers
And I watched the chance to yell
Hit the ground
— my voice thins with your hair
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