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Hearing it makes me wonder,
How do I love that heart?
Will it make my heart apart?
Will it make me suffer?

I met you with that heart
We are the same
We're not the firsts
And it's hard




--j.a


As katy perry said, "Comparisons are easily done once you've had a taste of perfection" and that hurts the most and that's just so true. How do we really love a secondhand heart?
Euphie Jan 15
Did you know, I fell in love with you...
how long will it be until you notice me?
Whatever Jan 13
STRANGERS IT WAS WHEN I FIRST SAW
BUT IT DIDN'T FEEL LIKE HE WAS
WE BECAME FRIENDS BECAUSE OF FRIENDS OF FRIENDS
AND STARTED TALKING IN THE MOST AWKWARD WAY


STRANGERS IT WAS WHEN I FIRST SAW
THE TALK TURNED TO CONVERSATIONS AND STRANGERS BECAME FRIENDS
UNEXPECTED FRIENDSHIP ARE THE BEST
BUT UNEXPECTED BESTFRIENDS ARE EVEN BETTER


STRANGERS IT WAS WHEN I FIRST SAW
THE SPARK IN HIS EYES AND THE GLAM ON HIS FACE
AND BESTFRIENDS IT IS I GUESS TODAY
WHEN THE SECRETS HAVE TURNED TO JUST NORMAL GOSSIP
you must write them on burning buildings
as screams and smoke fill the air
like a brilliant masterpiece of a Renaissance art
you must write poems
while your heart is breaking
and your tears soften the ink on the page
you must write poems while driving a car
As the excitement of avoiding a head on collision
floods your mind with adrenalin and excitement
you must write poems on mountaintops
swimming in the ocean or staring up at the night sky
you must write poems all the time
you must write poems while you die
Seanathon Jan 10
When the sun and moon and stars align
And the darkness is most bitter sweet
On the backside of our turning time
With inches meaning less and less
It's where our two perspectives meet

And when the rolling river cuts its path
Down beneath the deep, the grand abyss
As the ages pass on through and trough
That's when I will recant
That’s when I will return to you

For as the arrows fly and pass you by
So the winds of change flow steadily on
Both forward and through every tree
Yet inching towards to former fount
Only when in stillness will I ever be

For it's between this heaven and this earth
Between the sun and moon and land and sea
It is WHEN we only care about
When it ought to be the man to be

Heaven our impatience
Earth our wonder
Wind a wandering mind to keep
Between is no other
When? WHEN.
Days will come and go but the memories linger on and will always be wouldn't have any  another
way
but It's time that I moved on although It seems so very wrong to some people they will think this far too
soon
But who can really say how much time you need for griefing I don't think It ever really
ends
Can't keeping living In he passed for that would surely **** me a slow and painful death
So now the only choice for me Is to start my life again for I'll always have my memories

But I've just
got to
go
A time to move on only a year past but who knows how much time I have  left
I am circled with awesome seeming symphonies
L ying my mind that nothing's special
O wing my heart an apology for these feelings
V ery hard to stop these
E mpty beautiful nothings
Y awning,overthinking,loosing sleep
O h God plz make me have some strength
U hmm strength,power and confidence.
underestimated Dec 2018
It's funny how things happen
Always at the perfect moment
Whether you think it's perfect or not
Soon you see why that happened
And why that happened when it happened
You might hate that it happened
But it happened for reason
Just like the weather
And all of the seasons
Crazy how it happened...
Lauren M Dec 2018
Vital parts, missing.
This has to mean something.
Held together by a face,
saving face, but still coughing.
“How bad is it?” A head, shaking,
nothing we can do.
I suppose this is what you wanted.
Right?

White teeth flecked red, peppermint breath.
Slow down.
Slow down that heartbeat.
Why you?
Why does it have to be you?
Bet you’re loving this.
The sky, slashes of sunlight over the hills, shades of blue and green.
It has to mean something.

Just listen. If this is the end...
Fear messages, helplessly echoing words
that have always been said by the dying.
Eyes that suddenly reveal the mortal behind them.
And promises
from the one who, shocked, finds an unexpected answer,
both kind and true, ready at the lips.
I never doubted your courage.
Pink spittle, the derisive reply.
Familiar tone, familiar grounds.

Go away. Go.
The dark, the dulling.
Night draws itself upon us both,
the cold, the quiet.
The steady vigil of the stars,
the baring of the grim moon
and the endless darkness in between —
it has to mean something!
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