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Do you ever wonder that maybe she has an extra vein to her heart, and that's why she's longing for love?

Has it ever crossed your mind that he might not be allowed to choose his own faith, and that's why he's confused?

Does anyone ever stop to think that we all really might be different? In ways we can't even see, in ways we couldn't relate to. There's more than meets the eye, and for those things, accept.
  Sep 2014 Victoria Jasmine
Erenn
It's hard to
forget
and let go,
I know.
But when you do
You'll
forget
the things
*You're supposed to.
It's never easy. It might take months or even years for something that's been there like forever. I know how it feels. It tears you up inside You can't breath, you can't sleep.
He/She is all you could think about everyday.
But when you do,
The whole universe will follow your pursuit.
Pursuit to your own happyness.:)
I got inspired again. Dedicated to a friend who's going through a difficult phase in her life.
This is for you.
Victoria Jasmine Sep 2014
lately ive been counting stars but not my blessings
         i remember to go to school but i forget the lessons
i can see my talents
           but not for what i am destined
i haven't thought of the answer
             because im caught up on the question
my heart is beating f a s t lately
                   my patience is spread thin
my emotions are


    u                              
          p              
                    and

             ­               d      
                                o
­                                     w          
                    like the ocean  
                
left alone somewhere at sea level
feeling sick from the rocky motion

he's knocking me   d
                                      o
he's kicking my ***          w
he's getting another punch i**n
© Victoria Jasmine
  Sep 2014 Victoria Jasmine
Kapil Dutta
...

Death is like the full-stop to a beautiful Poem.

It becomes complete.

When you end a Poem, it doesn't cease to exist.
Instead it remains in your memory for as long as you are.

To be remembered.

To be celebrated.

Famous art works wouldn't have been famous in the first place had the artists not completed them.

A poem by a poet wouldn't have been appreciated had the poet not put a final full stop to it.

Beauty is not in the length, But in the end.

Life is a piece of Art.
Be the Art that is remembered for its beauty, not its existence.
...

-KD
My thoughts about Death.
Just Thoughts, Not really a Poem.
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