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Lyn-Purcell Aug 2018
'Later' winks and seduces
so you neglect the 'Now'
Live in the now!
Lyn x
Elizabeth Zenk Aug 2018
Eat
Stuff your mouth with food, so that you can stop your crying.
Don't think twice about the effect it will have.
You'll take care of that later, my dear.
Trust me.
Helena Jul 2018
Later,
when your eyes
start turning green
and the dawning sun
lays dead upon them
You will ask about my dream
And I will tell you

Later,
When words don't suffice
to fill the voided skies
Between worlds built
On separate minds
And then I'll try

Later,
When the rivers run too
High
And you no longer listen
Tara Jun 2018
Look away when you depart
If you look in their eyes
You’ll never leave
Perhaps exchange a hug
But then I’ll never want to let you go
With one sad tear
Either held within or rolling out
I wave a see you later
Even if I know I won’t
I’m used to goodbyes and see you laters. We all have to leave eventually, even the ones you love.
adriana Jun 2018
One day we’ll wake up and call each other.
Our voices will be monotone.
We won’t really have anything to talk about.
We’ll go through our photos.
Make ourselves see how good it was.
We’ll look at each other and see why we fit.
Determine the pros and cons of staying together.
It’s just not that good anymore.
It’ll all end that way.
Not because anything is dreadfully wrong.
We’ll just be bored.
Everything will go back to how it was before.
Except that we won’t be a couple.
Just two people who coexist.
I can talk to guys at bookstores and fall a little bit in love with a perfect stranger every day.
You can pick up girls at the baseball field that you always thought were better than me.
But we’ll always have us.
For now, let’s stay us and hold off until later.
mjad Apr 2018
I don't want to see you later,
or in heaven or hell,
or anywhere in between.
what songs sung
from
this
cloud

conducted
of
silver lining
get back
on
that
cloud

she sings to me
an
symphony
?















..
..
.
notes came
...
..
.
Alexander Nov 2017
Blood and bone be my witness,
The heart is struck with great an illness.
Waste, is her name.
The time of day would go away just as it came.

Seeing the hours tick
And hearing my watch’s click,
Would give me more reason
To accuse my mind of high treason.

Its only duty is to obey me,
And yet my ideas drift, as though they were on sea.
Strange is this mind.
Too often cruel, rather than kind.
Kimmie Oct 2017
Wish I was born earlier
Wish that we met before
And Wish that our love story
Was made before already
But he oppossed,
"Honee... Best time is now, not before not later"
And that's when I stopped wishing.
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