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s Willow 10h
Together we shared our last smile.
Together we shared out las kids.
Together we shared our las laugh.
We shared a lot of firsts.
Together we shared our first romance.
Together we shared our first passion.
Together I shared my first heartbeat.
Together you changed me whole world
Memories of Helen that I hold so dear to me kept In
my heart forever for there's no substitute for
Hold on to your memory for long as you can for when you love someone so very much that you can let
Through loneliness day and nights spent now alone memory Is probably the only remaining thing to keep one
I cherish every moment that I spent  with Helen
Greg Jones Oct 6
And we looked at the summer for the last time
In the twilight of our youth.
And we spoke to the summer for the last time
In the highlight of our truth.
And it was real but we never knew.

You needed emotions for the first time,
It reflected in your eyes.
I hid my emotions for the first time,
As it echoed through my lies.
And it was real but we never knew.
We never knew it.

When you can see who you could be,
Maybe we’ll meet again.
When I forget all my regrets.
Maybe we’ll meet again.
Betty Sep 24
I watch at first light

Summers dawn

As it ripples over daisy fresh grass

Not yellow like syrup or honey

Sharp and green and cool

With the possibility of peace

He sleeps

Quietly folded into a bedside chair

Like an old newspaper that someone else has read

Time to shut the pages and say goodbye

For me the tale is told

He will wake and find me gone

Our story is done
My last day
I spent the last night of summer with you
I know ill see you again soon
Till then I will look at the moon
And cry in my room
Im going to assume
But I know for sure
That I love you
I spent the last night of summer with him and when i woke up it was fall. I saw him at a park I was swinging and my firends left me to go get sum to eat. tht when I saw him walk in the park with his skate board. All i wanted do was run. I cant fall for him again, no not again, when i just got over again. Even though I was going supper high, higher than my old self wouldent dream of. I jumped and for a minite i was flying and then I fell on my feet. I got courage and talked to him. For the first time in 9months, he said he liked the stars and we skated on his skateboard the rest of the night. I swear I still feel his fingers on my back as he pushed me while i saw sitting and skating on his skateboard. He ran after my car and gave me a high five. It wasent much but to me it was everything i could ask for. Yes I love him, i guess i never rlly got over him. But i feel like i conqored a fear, one of hights, and one of loving him. I spent the last night of summer with him, when i woke up it was fall. Ironic isnt it, its fall and i fell for him again.
I could be alone
I could be sad
I could cry myself to sleep
But I don't
I walk through cemeteries
And have panic attacks
And fall in love
Far too often
I guess that's just a side effect
Of deciding to live
This is honestly messing with my head. Is this what living is? Have I ever done it before?
When did things change? Did I really make that decision, or was it made for me?
No, I don't think it was. Other people decided to keep me alive, but I was the one who decided I wanted to live.
I'm glad too.
Seanathon Sep 19
I love when colored salmon spawn
And leap with ease over towns on high
With rippling waves and glistening sheen
How they bound between these rocky outcrop clouds
And spread their whispy tendril fins
Across the cascading pinkish sky
I love the night just before it breathes
Quiet as waivering gills unseen
When the salmon color seeps into the sky
Aug.29.19// letters that won’t be sent to you

I’d never thought that it would be the last day , that we’d let the words flow to each other and I didn’t think that I’d need to recover from you but might as well do it
Just a collection of the “letters That won’t be sent to you” I’m starting and along this journey of recovery, it’s just easy to put it as short poem along the way :)
maria Sep 9
I have to go again.
Are you afraid?

I'm leaving the country,
the sympathy
and the fake dreams.
Do you care?

I pack everything
but I'm sure something's missing.
What are you running from?

I check myself in the mirror.
It's the last minute before I go.

Nothing changes.
I'm so afraid
oh, I don't care.

I'm running from my questions
but I guess I'm missing my soul.
Quote of the poem:
《I'm running from my questions but I guess I'm missing my soul》

Written on September 9, 2019
Daksh Sep 8
Kisses; showers, cold showers, nightmares, and panic attacks.

You left without saying a word.

Grab the wrist of time
and run right back.

I’ll take anything for the pain I endured again.

Just to hold you in my arms,

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