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 Jul 25 LM
xia
I've lost your voice.
The world has gone silent.
All I hear are endless
echos bouncing from the walls of my mind.
I only wish to hear it
One last time.
a beautiful song.
 Jul 25 LM
ymmiJ
The Sea
 Jul 25 LM
ymmiJ
the sea, the sea
bring me to the sea
in front of her crashing waves
where I can dream of being free
 Jul 25 LM
Kalliope
I wrote a poem,
hoping you'd see
But I changed my mind,
I'm keeping it for me
Today isn't special,
just a Thursday in July
Everyday it's easier,
you're further out my mind
Champagne Problems playing in my ear
I deleted my poem, thoughts not for you to hear
 Jul 18 LM
Mariah
Tu me manques.

English- I miss you.
True English translation- You are missing from me.

Isn't that beautiful?
You are missing from me.
It's like a piece of me is gone.
You took it with you
when you left me.

Almost like a puzzle.
You are missing from me.*
"Here- I will give you a small fraction of me,
take it with you.
Never let it wander,
but since you feel the need to,
take this piece of me."
 Jul 12 LM
Sleepy Sigh
I'd like to catch a songbird when I visit.
One that only lives near your house,
One I've never heard.
I'd like to catch a songbird,
And have it sing for me
The songs you hear each morning.

I'd like to watch the moon when it rises.
Lifting itself over the earth, reflecting
As it passes my window.
I'd like to watch the moon,
The same white moon
That you might be watching tonight.

I'd like to hold the wind in a mason jar.
The warm little south wind
That chuckles and breezes northward.
I'd like to hold it down,
Whisper my hellos into its gales,
And let it go darting off northwards -
Whistling and running like a fugitive
To you.
 Jul 12 LM
lizie
i like to believe that everything happens for a reason.
not in a way that makes sense,
not in a way that makes anything okay.

i don’t believe it when bad things happen to other people.
but when they happen to me,
i need to.

i don’t ask for proof.
i just ask to get through it.

maybe it’s just a story i tell myself
so i don’t fall apart.

but some days,
that story
is all i’ve got.
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