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Elle Sang Nov 2015
The cold northern skies are empty
As empty as my chest
I know you’re there
Yet when I bleed you won’t hold me
If I run you won’t  stop me
Am I that selfish?
Or is it just you not caring about me?
Maybe it is both
How am I to know when you lock me out?
Nelviee Mhunang Oct 2015
Halfway down the stairs is where I sit
There isn’t any other stair quite like it
Sometimes in the bottom, sometimes at the top
So this is the spot where I always stop

My heart and mind is set every glorious day
Waiting for you to beep me, that’s why I stay
I am waiting here not with an open but with close arms
For me, at the dawn, to keep warm

Time passes by slowly
Seconds, minutes and even for hours
Making me a little bit crazy
For patience and time are at war

It’s around 4:30 in the morning
To the stairs I’m positively sitting
Stretching my legs alone and gladly waiting
Still blissful and joyful cause I got this feeling

I love the topics when we chat
Coz’ it is one of the many ways to smile in difficult time, and I feel that
Greetings, smileys and sweet sticker
Well, it made my day even better

In that stairs, you’re always worth the wait
Even if… even if waiting is forever
And I will never get tired waiting
As long as you’re there, I will never… ever

Now halfway up the stairs
Isn’t down and it isn’t up
Then you suddenly show up
And my head is filled with cheerful and sweet thoughts for me to go back
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No escalators to heaven , no free rides .
Just one long hard climb , one step at a time .
Carlos Molina Apr 2013
Life is hard and Strange.
Things can happen
that we never imagined.
But in the end
just at the end of our stairway
we get to rest and see
all of our succeses and failures.

— The End —