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Angela Rose Nov 2017
I'm bad with dates and names and numbers
But I know the color of your eyes matches the sky in the middle of June before the rainstorm hits Florida
And I know that your skin is the same shade of tawny as the deck on the porch of my mother's best friend's vacation home back in Michigan
And I know that your hair is just as soft as the kittens I pet in the shelter where I cried because I had to pick only just one
And I can pick your scent out of a lineup of boys with every single variation of Axe body spray spread among them
So I can't remember the day we met, or the name of your grandmother or the number of times we have kissed or held hands
But I am a writer, and the essence of your life will never die as long as I have a pen and a paper
When a writer falls in love with you, you will never die.
Maria Etre Oct 2017
I don't read signs well
I put myself
in stories with
twists and turns

I kinda go
with my signs
blindly
after all
love is blind
MJS Oct 2017
I cut you,
You do not bleed.
I push you,
You do not fall.
I scream,
You do not flinch.

You stand by my side,
The strongest person I know.

Thank you x
They always say that the good ones go first,
But the question I struggle to understand is why?
Why did you have to leave? Why now? Why so early?
But we can never answer questions like that you see
Always wondering if this life will ever be fair and kind
Losing someone you love is unbearable and painful
So painful that you wish you could fly away with them
Wait for me.. please don’t go
But you can’t hear my call
Because you are already settled in your new home
While I’m stuck down here
With the crazies, racists, sexists misogynists
Why would you leave me here?
You took the best thing that I ever had
I know the fight was hard
But I wish the fight was just a little longer
Just so I could tell you how much I love you
And now I don’t know what to do
There’s no one to pick up my tears
And turn them into butterflies
No one to tell me everything will be okay
I can’t say that he was being selfish when he whisked you away
But don’t you think It’s funny
He chose you out of everyone else
And that made me realise why the good ones go first
Because you was too perfect
Too perfect to be sitting here with me
Only angels know the meaning
And one day I’ll be waiting for the day
Waiting for the day, so you can tell me why?
R.I.P Uncle Pat
Chloe Oct 2017
When you were cold, trapped in a dark place
     pleading for my love and desires
     I saw that you needed a light,

so I set myself on fire.


-Chloe Aldecoa
Enough said.
Viany Sep 2017
Even though
you're the cause
of my pain,
I wiped your tears
and said it’s okay..
areadingwriter Jul 2017
sometimes i am a
relentless, untiring, wave that
ebbs and flows to the
shore, back and
forth, back and
forth.

but today i am
transforming and
evaporating from the
sea to the sky, yes, i
have surrendered and
turned myself into
a possessive sun.

kindness and
love are now my
rays that  i won't let
you kiss and have
anymore for
i am tired, tired, tired,

of going back
and forth, back
and forth without
receiving what i
always give.
Tina RSH Jul 2017
Behind the veil of truth, there is love
The charcoal sketch of your beautiful face
That no artist could ever paint, but God himself
The warmth of your hands, that no fire can produce,
Makes my heart melt right through my chest
Where my love for you sleeps like a baby
I would savour the taste of your lips
Just the way champagne tickles my tongue
And tea burns my throat on a freezing day
I pray for the sun to never rise, after you are gone
I pray for this earth not to exist
When you step into the heavens above,
I pray for my bones to be broken,
When your touch is no longer there to give them strength,
A simple tender touch, that keeps my bones in their place.
And you, pulled into my embrace,
Where the universe continues to live, while it has died everywhere else.
Your smooth skin under my gentle caress,
Feels like raindrops falling onto the ground
Death may come and take away the flesh,
Life, however, winds on between your soul and mine!
For life never stops between two lovers.
Sure enough everyone's had that special someone, unreachable, to write about..
fueledbysadness Jun 2017
For a girl who writes
   Body filled with fresh-picked scabs
   Brand from you, as price

You melted her ice,
   Taking a sly aim and stabs
   Severing a splice

She forgave you twice
   Nick, slit and **** you gave thrice,
   Gives you one more chance.
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