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I cannot change my loss                                            
                   in the past,
but I can believe for us                                          
                    ­    in my present,
to shape a new bond                                      
                      *in our future.
Dedicated to a young woman which still has to learn a lot about true love, real friendship and the strength of faith.
Steele Jul 2014
They                                                             ­                     They
   say  that  the  eyes                                  say  that  the  eyes
    are                the soul                         are                the soul
        windows to                                          windows to
I dunno if this qualifies, but I'll play along as best I can.
Chloe Elizabeth Jun 2014
When I think of you,
I think about what we had

And that if you came back,
I would surrender to your words

Not because you deserve
any more of mine

But because I don’t sleep
from thinking about holding your hand

I don’t eat
from thinking about the outline
of your lips
and how much I loved their shape

I don’t do anything anymore
because you decided to change
the way you wanted to spend your summer

And it wasn’t with me

I would take you back
because I have to,
because I need to,
because I don’t have the strength
to say goodbye to you
a second time

By Chloe Elizabeth
I lied. This one is about you too.
Kalia Eden May 2014
Learning from inside-out, crouched, how do I tie this double-knot?
Acoustic ambience bouncing around in the space between my ears
Creating songs the shape of you,
sea of sadness.
Melancholic temple,
where you have gone to worship all your life,
is burning to the ground in great, blundering flames.
Was it you
who nearly drowned
last June?
Was it you
who never
ever
let them
forget?
Shane Oltingir May 2014
.                                  Even if I compressed galaxies
                             Into a nebulous ink of stardust dew,
                             It would fail to, with words, describe,
                                  The beauty that's contained
                                                  In You.

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