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TWO loves had I. Now both are dead,
And both are marked by tombstones white.
The one stands in the churchyard near,
The other hid from mortal sight.

The name on one all men may read,        
And learn who lies beneath the stone;
The other name is written where
No eyes can read it but my own.

On one I plant a living flower,
And cherish it with loving hands;      
I shun the single withered leaf
That tells me where the other stands.

To that white tombstone on the hill
In summer days I often go;
From this white stone that nearer lies
I turn me with unuttered woe.

O God, I pray, if love must die,
And make no more of life a part,
Let witness be where all can see,
And not within a living heart.
saying goodbye will sting
because feelings are alive
as hard as forgetting seems
no love is worth the burn

don't fall in love
you will drown
it's not worth
the intense pain

your heart is yours
keep it that way
love is lies
all a lie

it's love suicide
Please don't make me regret opening up to you
Please don't tell all of the secrets
That only you knew
Just please
Let me
Trust
You
The way that I do.
I don't know what is scarier
You leaving me.
Or being the one you left her for..
Words wither in the air
  as silence slithers between us.
The waves wash over where we sat
  as rigid rocks cut water raw.
A seagulls silhouette splayed across the sky
  carries a creature so soon to be crushed.
A hermit hiding in his home
  pops up out of his puddle,
fleeing back when a feather flutters down  
  nearly nicking his new shell.
The day grows dark and dim
  as rain runs down the rustling leaves.
Light house lights litter the night
  showing sheltered shadows.
A bush bows to the blustering breeze,
  as the smell of the salty sea settles.
While choppy waters churn violently
  when wind whips around us.
Droplets tip toeing across the tide
  visibly vibrant than vanishing.
The boats buckle under the beatings
  as docks drown diving under desolate waters.
We walk away wincing,    
  at the last glance at the grey grizzly night.
Dear Mom and Dad,
We couldn't stop this,
This moment from coming.

I'm sorry for not being perfect,
I was annoying and rebellious.
You never panicked,
No matter how often I was ridiculous.

You put up with it,
Because you knew my clock was ticking.
The hourglass was almost up,
I was trying to experience
Every normal, wild, teenage struggle

If I've learnt anything,
It's that crying is good
So please
don't,
don't hold back.
Let those tears stream,
Cry a waterfall,
Make sure to move on.

Dear Luca,
You were the best thing
That ever happened to me.


You taught me to be myself
But most of all, to be free.
You taught me to never be afraid,
Or let my presence fade.

I vow,
I will forever be
In the splish-splash of the
Lapping waves against the rocks.

I will forever be
In the flowers outside my house,
The grassy green of the garden,
Dancing in the breeze.

Dear Sammy,
My sweet Sammy.

You're too young to experience loss,
But it will only make you stronger,
Life will always be chaos,
Don't ever let your spirit falter.

You're my sister,
That'll never change.
No matter how much this life gets tougher,
Nor how strange.

Don't be sad because I'm gone.
Be happy because I was here.

Dear Death,
You don't scare me.

I have done all I can,
To understand this life.

I have come to the conclusion
That this life is about
Being kind and being adventurous.

It's about being fearless
And being true to yourself.

And so here I stand before you,
In all my mortality.
I know now what is true,
I was never truly free.

Time is a fleeting idea,
A lie that we have control.
We will all leave this world one day,
I just pray that we won't have wasted our time.

So take me with you and let me be,
Bring me to the otherside, I want to see.
A free bird leaps on the back
Of the wind and floats downstream
Till the current ends and dips his wing
In the orange suns rays
And dares to claim the sky.

But a BIRD that stalks down his narrow cage
Can seldom see through his bars of rage
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with a fearful trill
Of things unknown but longed for still
And his tune is heard on the distant hill for
The caged bird sings of freedom.

The free bird thinks of another breeze
And the trade winds soft through
The sighing trees
And the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright
Lawn and he names the sky his own.

But a caged BIRD stands on the grave of dreams
His shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
His wings are clipped and his feet are tied
So he opens his throat to sing.

The caged bird sings with
A fearful trill of things unknown
But longed for still and his
Tune is heard on the distant hill
For the caged bird sings of freedom.
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