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  Mar 2015 Virginia S
Coleen Jade
A happy girl,
she used to be.
Full of smiles
and positive energy.

Then one day,
She made a friend,
Who changed her life
ever since then.

She fell in love
with the idea of forever,
That maybe they must’ve
been destined for each other.

A happy girl,
she used to be.
Now full of sorrows
and doubts, and agony.

For she once thought
that love could set her free,
But she was still in jail,
and her lover lost the key.
Virginia S Mar 2015
Ni en mis mas lejanos pensamientos
existió alguna vez
la idea de verte partir

Como si algo así, no formara parte
de este mundo, en el que ahora
sola debo vivir

Pero se que estas en algún lado
y espero no hayas encontrado
otro amor que te haga reír

Porque yo existo para hacerte feliz
y no poder hacerlo me duele.
Tanto que no quiero seguir

Como hacer para que este dolor
se aleje, me deje... si solo pudiera
por siempre dormir,

me dejaría llevar por las noches
y el sueño. Y encontrarte allí
sin dejar nuestro amor morir.
Play a thief play a cop
Take an arm ride
Skip a rope spin a top
Find a place to hide.

Sail anew river wild
Alone with the moon
Break the mirror be the child
Never grow soon.

Find again little things
Dust the wooden flute
Age cannot clip the wings
Grow in mind a root.

Years roll time wanes
Life is joy and grief
Why give up innocence
The inner child’s belief!
Virginia S Mar 2015
You forgot that i exist.
That is what i feel
every single ******* night
before i go to sleep*

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alone
  Mar 2015 Virginia S
Jacob Christopher
I know the pain you feel is deep,
your want from life is simple peace.
And though I cannot guarantee,
please listen closely, as I speak.

Presently you stroll alone,
searching for a hand to hold.
You feel your sorrow in your bones,
in harshest sun, you still feel cold.

Pre - dawn, however, is darkest night
that must be followed by morning light.
I pray you won't give up the fight,
the universe will set things right.

I know at times, it seems unclear
that happiness is always near.
But wholly I believe my dear,
someday soon, you'll find some cheer.
I am no poet, yet I write poems.
I am no writer, yet I write stories.
I am no hippy, yet I believe in world peace.
I am no politician, yet I have my opinions.
I am no god, yet I create.
Virginia S Mar 2015
she
She has a broken heart
She is beautiful
She dances alone
She is beautiful

She is lost
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