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Marina Feb 2018
there are some people in this world
that are not worth of your trust;
i'm sorry you learned to hate so easily..

-M
i known you since we were little, now look at you.
Heavy Hearted Dec 2017
I made a pitcure of jade and emma,
Tossed it on my wall,
Even took a couples pics
They loved it, that was all.
Neither understood its facts,
and till now, neither did I
Intended not as honorary, but as a battlecry.
That picture I conceived of them, includes me in it not- just my reflection in it's glaze, an abstraction in their thoughts.

And yes, even we formidibal three
Somehow all forgot
That even forever aint forever
Our lessons already taught.
And so the power of this image, is more then I will share-
It merley depicts my two best friends,
Admiting they don't care.

This type of art is devistating.
Astonishingly clever,
So clear its truths invisible
The subjects see it never.
You should always be able to rley on your friends- dissapointment only exists because of its twin sista, expectation
Shyne AM Feb 2016
Anyone who tells you that you have forever is lying to you. Anyone who tells you that things will never change is lying to you. Anyone who tells you that people don’t change is lying to you. And anyone who tells you all of these above mentioned things are true is the only one being true to you.
ern kingham Sep 2014
I'm not exactly how you left me. I have changed.
Andrew Fieler Apr 2014
What happened....

I remember a girl who made the word her own,
Discovering the unknown,
All beautiful qualities consistently shown.

Seriously?

This girl, she smiled at every wonder,
We'd tackle anything, going up and under,
Our love, booming like thunder.

Where have YOU gone?

Now you are different, things have changed.
Our feelings became deranged,
Minds still arranged,
But hearts so estranged.

I see you often, so you must be there.
We both breathe the same air...

It's amazing how someone can go from so much to so little,
And how so solid love can become so brittle.

— The End —