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nichole r Jun 2014
darling
you're too young to hate the world

too young
to be broken down
those rocks slung over your shoulder

look awfully heavy
mind if i
carry
them for you?
Princess Lynne Jun 2014
Yesterday she genuinely smiled
Something that lit the town bright
The way her lips curved to the left
Before the right reminded me
Of the days she never knew you

Tonight, believe it or not, but she laughed
Her laugh could be heard from a mile
It was so loud,
Contagious,
And it whispered the word "content" into the winds
The kind you would hear after you kissed her lips
Or at least when you used to press your lips upon hers

And tomorrow you will see her glow with happiness
The kind you see from a lonely child who finally felt love
Beautiful, exquisite, pulchritudinous, just to name a few
Those are the words that will come across your mind
When you see her pass you by

By then I will feel sorry for you
Because she finally moved on
She finally saw her true worth---her true beauty
And I will look at you and feel sorry
She overlooked your flaws, past, and mistakes.
She forgave you for your stupidity countless times
Accepted your selfishness and narrow mindedness
She made sacrifices for you,
MADE time for you when she had none,
Adjusted her life to make things work for you
To make things work with you
All those things that you could not do for her.

But now, you are nothing but a piece of her past,
A memory that is constantly fading,
An old flame that long disintegrated,
A photograph that has fallen on the back of her desk,
Or maybe you're all of that.

No. You are all of that.
And I feel sorry for you.
So sorry that you lost an amazing person
Someone who accepted every part of you,
Was willing to put up with everything,
Change her ways to make things work,
Someone who didn't give up so easily, and
Someone who would have never given up on you
The way you did with her.
I am sorry for you loss.
You—
You should listen.
Keep holding on,
You're not alone.
Andrew Switzer Apr 2014
Quivering hands as soft as silk,
Skin as white as mother's milk.
Hair the color of sunsets glow,
Gentle as the falling snow
Outside my window, chilling winds,
Flawless lips form a tremulous grin.
Tangled bodies trap the heat.
Where clothing ends and bare skin meets between the mattress and the sheets, two bodies sing unsung desires.
Those piercing eyes like emerald fire
Bathe my features in warm affection.
The chance to form a deep connection
Guides a driver without direction.
Demons dwell in lonely nights,
I beg you, please, just hold on tight.

— The End —