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Grace James Mar 2021
Fifteen.
Seems like a lifetime ago.
Or maybe yesterday.
When I think of you,
time stands still.

Oh, how I wish
I could tell you
just how I felt.
Those days when
you held my hand
would stop my heart.

I know I was silent
'cause I just couldn't speak.
Now I have my voice,
and it's only you I seek.

Seventeen.
You were older, wiser,
bigger, braver.
You were everything to me
and more.

Oh, how I wish
you spoke when
you had the chance.
Those days when
you smiled at me
would light the stars.

I know I was silent
'cause I just couldn't speak.
Now I have my voice,
and it's only you I seek.

Too late.
That's all I hear,
it's too late.
You're a million miles away.
It was just fate
that said you'd be
a memory.

I know I was silent
'cause I just couldn't speak.
Now I have my voice,
and it's only you I seek.

It's only you I seek.
as twilight set in
crickets began chorusing
a sameness of song
in their nature its innate
to be well synchronized
Molly Shewan Mar 2021
awoken by a bleak morning
as the fog came bellowing in
i opened up my window
so i could hear the blackbirds sing

I longed to hear their song
it used to be so nice
the sun used to glisten through the window
the air cold and crisp like ice

since the people i loved dearly
all left me one by one
the sun no longer shined and
the blackbirds no longer sung

i cried out in despair
"Just sing me one last song"
but the fog had scared the blackbirds
and now they as well had gone

One day i hope to wake up
to the sun beaming through the blinds
and hear the blackbirds singing
and a warmer feeling inside

until that day arrives
im left here on my own
ill sing the melancholy song
and hide underneath my throws
not everyday will be bad, one day the blackbirds will return for us all
Akriti Mar 2021
Sat in my old creaky chair,
struggling to reach the window to the center right,
a solid transparent glass unlatched,
which choked the life out of me.
A red vibrant sky,
smudged with desire and disgust.
A fairly fast flowing surface wind,
gushing into my face,
whispering in my ears,
the songs and spells of emancipation,
teaching my untamed hair,
the moves of joy.
Hussein Dekmak Mar 2021
Your words were like a beautiful song, yet your silence was like a sacred prayer.

Hussein Dekmak
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Sasha Mar 2021
He heared our song
Please forgive me
I couldn't stop it in time

He didnt even know
You were on my mind
But i could feel it

He even said that it was good
My heart broke into pieces

I didnt mean to share with him
A moment that was just ours
Isabella Mar 2021
Blue clouds and blue skies
Blue rain and blue eyes
I never pictured you like this
Bright as day but cold as night
The brightest smile when I met your eyes
Those blue, blue, blue. Blue eyes

And in the light I saw your wishing well I never thought I'd be the one who fell.
6 feet deep I lost my breath and I went blind, I began to drown as your face flashed in my mind.
I wish I wish I wish I couldn't see you from above, I wish I wish I wish I never fell in love.

Every day my feelings grew
My heart skipped and I thought yours did too
I never pictured you like this
I tossed you all the coins I'd saved
I watched each one until they sank
Then I leaned over to see if I could reach them.

And in the light I saw your wishing well I never thought I'd be the one who fell.
6 feet deep I lost my breath and I went blind, I began to drown as your face flashed in my mind.
I wish I wish I wish I couldn't see you from above, oh I wish I wish I wish I never fell in love.

Wishing dreaming blue eyes gleaming, I thought I could save you
Falling sinking shame rethinking broken hope and crumbled fantasies
I should have saved myself

But I fell into your wishing well.
6 feet deep I lost my breath and I went blind, I began to drown as your face flashed in my mind.
I wish I wish I wish I couldn't see you from above, I wish I wish I wish I never fell in love.
Oh, I fell into your wishing well.
rough draft of a song I'm writing
Steve Page Feb 2021
Long ago before the world was round
before it grew blue and sprung green
there was no song
no music
and words were flat
with sharp edges and holes
with nothing to fill them.

That was until the hummingbird hummed
and the song-thrush found its voice
and the humans,
who prospered by copying the best ideas,
lied and mimicked and parroted
until something like song
smoothed the edges
and filled the holes
until the world was full
and it's edges round
and music began
Loving a movie called This Beautiful Fantastic.   I pinched the first line from Bella.
Marthea Flores Feb 2021
I had a dream of you and I,
layin' on a dead poet's tomb
playing our song, watchin' the stars
and wishing one would fall into us.
jia Feb 2021
i don't wanna be your friend
for I wanna hold your hand
as genuine as i intend
as long as i planned

i don't wanna be your friend
and stay on that lane
where we both would mend
the gore and the pain

i don't wanna be your friend
but i can't say it
for it's hard to comprehend
as i still can't admit

i don't wanna be your friend
i don't wanna see that smile
as something just for the end
i'll wait even if it takes a while

i don't wanna be your friend
i wanna be something more
now, i can't pretend
you are what i wish for

but if you ask me why
why friendship isn't enough
i'm just gonna lie
maybe tell the truth or half
fallingforyou - the 1975
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