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Hannah Beasley Jan 2018
And He said
I am a mathematician Hannah,
I find beauty in chaos,
And you girl,
You are beautiful
Unconventionally beautiful

A mathematician who could
comprehend her
Quirky sense of humor
And knew that she was
really just a loser
Yet
Loved her anyways

They were
Blessed by love,
a love so powerful
It could break down any wall
but
Cursed by basic geography

She told him of her fears,
And he told her not to worry,
He’d always be by her side

And he said
I love your broken Spanish
I love your heartfelt poetry
I love your ocean eyes

She asked
Does this love make you shiver?



He brought her
smile back
put up with her
inner maniac

Her hair
Like sunshine
And his was
The dark of night
            
He was smart,
Good at everything she wasn’t
But somehow,
They found peace in each other.

He could find the solution
to any problem,

She could write pages upon pages
of beautiful poetry

His intellect was beyond compare,
Until it came to her.

But when
She looked at him,
her ocean blue eye
Were met with the
depth of the earth in his

He filled every crack
in her faulty brain
victoria Oct 2017
My other father... for Merve

Locked away in my mind
No chance of release
Trapped in my room
Only place I found peace

Too broken to speak
But unable to weep
Tears locked frozen
Doors won't open
Hurt buried under
heart raging thunder

Then you were around
Spoiling my view
I wanted my daddy
I didn't ask for you
Sitting by my mum
Holding her hand
Churned up my stomach
Too young to understand

Then one day I felt a
Small love from within
You never gave up
You never gave in
Surly this meant that-
Could it really be
That I wasn't unlovable
Because you loved me

You were there for the
darkest long years of my life
Me staring at my reflection
Gripping the knife

I'm so grateful to you
that you stayed by my
side
I think had you not been
I would surly have died
My step dad arrived when I was 14... my dad walked out when I was 11... my step dad saved my life. No words can express my gratitude.
Timothy hill Mar 2017
Of all of the times I've seen your smile.

Not once was your beauty in shackles.

Or made of false paints.

You awake from slumber of knights of dreams.

Now voting on which team you will leave.

Your body is awesome, your hair un tangled your skin luxurious.

Gregarious, your style to life is going places of ancient times.

Loving life and meeting new out comes.
This is of a fare women.

— The End —