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axel Jun 2019
i am no ordinary book, you cannot judge me by my cover, i am softer and sadder than any book you’ve read before, be careful because my pages are delicate and worn. i am not a book you can skim, you must read every word carefully for i tell a story that is unlike any other.
Mark Wanless Jun 2019
the walnut falls
muffled in fall leaves
soft evolution
Steve Evans Jun 2019
I want to
see you
Hold you
Touch you
Kiss you
Love you
Sleep beside you
Wake with you
Feed you soft mango
Taste mango on your sweet lips
Love you more
Be with you forever
Die in your arms
Anastasia Jun 2019
what a smile
a splendid grin
lovely eyes
letting light in
a laugh
like butterflies
flying
from an airborne stone.
a touch
like warm snow
a blanket
to move and mold
a voice
like blooming dahlias
hair
soft and curled
arms
to fold around me
comfort
and joy
in your embrace
love
is all the more sweeter
with you
c.b. ♥
Bryce Jun 2019
Look at the tree
Such soft bark, those hard leaves

It has no place for me to see
Just fuzzied lines in a dappled breeze.
Anastasia Jun 2019
i think
your neck
is a delicacy
soft
smooth
bitter
and sweet.
Anastasia Jun 2019
his cheeks were rose petals
soft and pink

his eyes were the sky
velvety blue

his smile was a disease
contagious and heart-stopping

his laugh was song
i want to hear over and over again

his touch was fire
warm and colorful

his lips were candy
sweet and soft
c.b. ♥
winter Jun 2019
for now I will keep my little papers
because they bring me joy
but one day I'll chop myself up like a piece of clay
grey and soft and firm
to a small blank surface
ready to mold
ready to begin a new road
cross my fingers
not to sicken
cross my heart
not to remorse
mourn my memories that leave me still
but break from this proper cycle
fill my trashcan full of papers
that soon will empty
by then, there will be nothing
I could hope to do
my treasures are fleeting
and I, for once, will be new
quite literally about me being a Hoarder as a kid because I was obsessed with remembering everything... I still have little old sketches from a decade ago, little worksheets from my 2nd grade class...
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