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Colm Jan 2019
Two Things

I want to close that book as if I never looked
Like it never existed in the library of life

Or I want to compile so many kind words, beautiful and bright
That they outshine and shone any memory in the sky

And then, only then, will that book not have to be burned to die
Burning lol or not
plat Feb 2019
What a two faced
World we live in
Too short for some things
But too long for most
Too competitive to be humble
But too sensitive to boast
So bright during the day
And night too
We help the world, or so we say
But I really ask: who?
There is love and hate
Over the same thing
From the same person
In the same spring
But never once
Can something have it all
That would go against nature
But it would be quite a ball
Is there anything in life without two sides.
emma hunt david Jan 2019
When I'm no longer twenty in two days I will be twenty-one and that's really all I have to say about the matter.
Hunger Jan 2019
Silly me trying to live forever,
Silly me thinking we could be together,
Silly me for thinking i was in love,
Silly me thinking we had the right stuff,
Silly me for believing in you,
Silly me thinking life was made for two,
Silly me thinking I had a heart,
Silly me thinking a relationship could start.
LOVE IS DEATH DEATH IS LOVE
~  The Dying Traveler
Shofi Ahmed Jan 2019
No word
no sound
no colour
yet a lingua
is heard in
two hearts!
Riley Cartwright Jan 2019
Two
Send a
bullet through
my  head
in the
form of
your thoughts
and love
and your
care and
kindness and
your passion
and your
ideals and
jokes and
tell me
that you
want to
kiss me
under the
stars at
night just
us alone
at last
Just the two of us
Salmabanu Hatim Jan 2019
I was there when he broke your heart,
Like a savage,tore it into tiny parts,
A bit here, a bit there,
Scattered into shards everywhere.
I saw you  bleeding with sorrow,
As if there was no tomorrow.
I am sorry I could not help you heal your wounds,
For I  had not come around,
I  too, was bleeding,
In pain writhing,
He had left me too,
In pieces I am still unable to sew.
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