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As Children bid the Guest “Good Night”
And then reluctant turn—
My flowers raise their pretty lips—
Then put their nightgowns on.

As children caper when they wake
Merry that it is Morn—
My flowers from a hundred cribs
Will peep, and prance again.
Many are the things I would say to you
if I knew I would not have you tomorrow

I would hold your hand
and laugh and cry
and share in your joys and sorrows

And as the sun sets tonight
if I whisper just right
I hope my words you will hear

I will always love you
and in my heart
you will always be near
From a place of pain and loss to all who have suffered the same.  May you find peace in your hearts
I unfriended you on Facebook,
unfollowed on twitter & instagram
All because you were
and now you’re not my man

I hesitated at first
I truly didn’t want to
But I had no choice
as soon as we were through

Cause the pain I feel is real
from our last breakup fight
You left me all alone
crying through the night

So why would I stay friends?
What I want we cannot be
You seem to think it's fine
despite the hurt you caused me

Now my mind’s consumed
by all our memories
Our laughs, your kisses & smile
just feels like a distant dream

How is it that I thought our love
was an amazing rarity?
Instead it was a messed up fate
controlled by insecurity

But even so I lay in bed
depressed, without a plan
All because I thought you were
and now you’re not my man
:(
 Aug 2014 Layla Thurman
Aquinas
I want to be fluent in your body language
I'm craving to speak the words of your fingers but I'm running out of
time
I need to know all the adverbs and adjectives that describe your ******
features
Tell me, please, the nouns you like to be
called
When your chest is against
mine
I'm scared of the verbs you'll do to
me
But I'm infatuated with your invisible
lust
So it excuses all your grammatical
crimes
Thank you all so much for getting this trending! I'm really very surprised and happy!
I* don't have much to say...

Which is the hardest part of all.

The bigger the love
the farther I fall.

This is a stumble,
wont crumble at all.

Fumbled a bit
but recovered the ball.

You couldn’t look me in the eye
or try a goodbye?

You said that it’s too hard
and you know you would cry.

But what about me?
What if goodbye was a need?

You took it all away
with all of your greed.

And you know that it’s true,
it’s all about you.

If not,
then the tears,
will make their way through.

I don’t hate you,
but I'm starting anew.

**You took my goodbye so I bid you adieu.
Mines better :)
 Aug 2014 Layla Thurman
Luvanna
people should stop romanticising their scars
like jewelries bloom upon their skin and flesh
aren't all of us a little bit addicted
with pain and the bruises, the spectrum they make
with the rain and thunder
the violent lullaby
Pain was the only way she knew how to be

Pain was the only thing she knew
The only constant in her life
The only company she had
So she embraced it
Till one day it was too much
for her to bear

The moon got used to the sounds
Every night,
the weeping
Tears were all she had

Another night came
but this time
the sounds are gone
and so is she
Sometimes the pain is too much, and you are left with just one choice that is giving up.
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