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 Jan 2015 svdgrl
AK93
Feline
 Jan 2015 svdgrl
AK93
I saw the wild cats playing in the street
They see me
They eat meat
I once tried to approach them, to see what they could teach
The one I spoke to told me, its best if you stay out of our reach
If you try to catch them, they'll always get away
You cannot control them, but if you're silent they might stay
You may try to tempt them, with a mouse or a fish
But should you ever feed one, be sure it doesn't bite your wrist
 Jan 2015 svdgrl
heather leather
today while standing in the
freezing cold outside my school gates;
i realized the definition of soon

soon was what you told your daughter
whose waiting for you to pick her up when you had
chosen to pick up her brother instead of her
soon was what you told your best friend when she
tells you she loves you. you'd say just give me
more time. i'm sorry. soon i'll fall in love you

soon is what you tell your teacher as an
excuse for not having your homework
and that's exactly what "soon" is

soon is the excuse you make
even though you know it's a lie;
soon is the right hand man that sits on the throne
with deception
at least to me
because you know what?

your daughter, the one that you so easily forget next
to her oh-so-intelligent son, had told you that morning that
she was getting out earlier and she knew you were lying but she
couldn't say anything because admitting it is too painful
and that best friend?
the one that you love so much the one that
you claim you can't live without cries herself
to sleep every night because she can't be enough for you,
or for anyone
she thinks she is just another broken piece of clockwork
but you don't see that, do you?
no you don't because you are blinded
by the excuse of soon, the hope that one day, maybe
just maybe
you''ll love her like she loves you

soon is not a matter of minutes, or hours, or days even
it is just another empty promise in this wasteland of false hope
soon is what i tell myself before i go to sleep
soon, he'll realize that i'm just as special
soon they'll realize that they were wrong
soon he'll love me

soon isn't ever coming true, soon is a lie
and yet
it is the very reason i smile

because at least then i can hope that one day
it'll all come true


*soon
thoughts?
 Jan 2015 svdgrl
glass can
A little bit of death will occur in two days,
between enough hours to tell me that after
three nights (maybe even four)
I found a clasped hand and the grace of a man
who knew me not
merely a week ago

and one who will survive, a little death while longer,
beyond a great veil
of a sea, a prairie, and a prayer.
for a southern man
 Jan 2015 svdgrl
i
whispers
 Jan 2015 svdgrl
i
they asked me,
"what do you feel?"
and i swear to god,
i almost whispered your name.

                                                               *maybe i should've screamed it.
 Jan 2015 svdgrl
Carolin
Stamping his heart
with love and a kiss.
Signing his neck with
her tongue and a couple
of licks. Writing poetry
on his flesh with little
vampire bites. That's
how she writes down
her signature on the love
of her life's smooth
delicate coffee coloured
skin* ~
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