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Pam Zaragoza Nov 2015
Let me kiss your worries away.
I promise, baby,
that everything will be okay.

Let me hug you tight.
It's you and me, babe,
'Til the end, we'll fight.

Let me treasure your heart.
I'll be careful, my dear.
Take care of it, I must.

Let me spend my days with you.
I'll never leave your side, love.
I swear to you, this will remain true.
(p)
Pam Zaragoza Nov 2015
Maybe in an alternate universe:
We wouldn't be divided
by oceans and mountains,
and times not synced.
Maybe we wouldn't be fearful.
Maybe we wouldn't be doubtful.
Maybe you would have green eyes
instead of blue.
Maybe I would have liked another
who isn't you.
Maybe I wouldn't even be writing this.
Maybe we would be beside each other,
Laying intertwined, in love and at ease.
Maybe.
Just maybe.
But who cares about other possibilities
when my universe is you?
Diba Nov 2015
Maybe home is you coming back to stay. Maybe it’s hearing you say “I love you” again. All I know is that I’m homesick for you.
Diba Nov 2015
I know I get passive aggressive and that I can’t make up my mind and I push you away but God, you were the only thing in my life that made sense. I wish you had stayed because all I can do anymore is miss you and write about you like you’ll come back and I ******* love you.
2. I hope that you find someone who will stitch up the wounds I left from when I wanted you to stay and I guess I held on too tight because my hands keep reaching for something that’s not there anymore. I loved you will all your closed doors and all, I just wish you had loved me back and I ******* love you.
3. I don’t think I’ll ever get over you, because it was so easy to love you and i wanted to do it for the rest of my life if you’d let me.  I hope she loves you better than i ever could and I miss you, I miss you, and i ******* love you.
4. Please let me love you. I don’t know what else to do with all these feelings and you’re the only person I’ve ever truly loved and maybe that’s what heartbreak is about. Loving someone who will never feel the same again and I ******* love you. Always have. Always will
5. I could spell forever in your eyes but you won’t even look at me the way you used to, all I wanted was to be caught in your love again but that’s not how things work anymore and I still ******* love you.
Pam Zaragoza Nov 2015
I see you standing there,
staring at you, unaware.
I smile and think,
"This is it. We've waited years.
But now you're here."
I cannot ask for anything more.
This has always been our dream.

I run towards you.
You look back;
your eyes meeting mine.
"Be still, my beating heart."
But it can't. It never can
when all I see is this man;
the most beautiful form of art.

You wrap me in your arms.
Tears fall down our cheeks;
pouring out all pent up feelings.
You hug me tight.
I bury my head on your chest.
I swear to God, this day is the best.

I look into your eyes;
those blue orbs I'll love 'till I die.
You lean in.
No words needed.
I know what you mean.
I wrap my arms around you,
wanting to feel more.
Scared, ecstatic, nervous?
I don't know anymore.

But your hands slipped away.
Everything is turning gray.
I open my eyes.
And see the sun's rays.
I'm back in my bed.
Waking up to your message instead.
"Good morning, love.",
with a smiling face.
Pam Zaragoza Oct 2015
Is there really
a wrong time for love?
Maybe it is right
but just never
meant to be.

(p)
Pam Zaragoza Oct 2015
Moments yet to happen;
His face I’ve yet to gaze;
Voice I beg to hear;
Eyes I crave to stare;
Lips I desire to taste;
Heartbeat I ache to feel;
Body I yearn to touch.
Missing.
Every.
****.
Thing.
About.
You.
It hurts.
I wish I could suspend that moment in time
Like the image of you longingly gazing through the world material,  your graceful movements light and ethereal,  the way your smile set my life at rest,  the presence of you stands no contest,  a beautiful mind free to explore, every new day something new in store,  a laugh that rings in my ears,  like church bells early in the year.

I know it seems
Like I'm taking it well
But loving you
Is like living in hell
Hanna Mae Mata Oct 2015
Do not ask me
why I am hurting.
Do not ask me
questions that are
answerable by
your very existence.
I am only hurting, because you are.
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