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 Nov 2015 Will
Lexie
Boots
 Nov 2015 Will
Lexie
I have walked so many miles
Never in your shoes
I never seen many smiles
Never been the one on your lips

So many journeys always alone
Many places to go
Where I travel unknown
In these worn boots

In these worn boots I mark
The earth with my feet
God gave me a spark
So the earth I enflame

Every journey a mission
I walk with these boots
Some stop, and they listen
To the words I've carried

These boots are a gift to my feet
Many steps they have made
Whether dirt road or paved street
They make their mark

I could sleep while I walk
My boots know the way
They keep going, they never stop
It is a path ever-trod

Ever to encompass the earth
Until I walk home
To my humbled birth
Deep inside your heart

These boots I stomp at the door
Like a knock to the ground
I love you, do you know what for?
Because you gave me these boots

You knew I would always walk
And didn't want me to forget
You couldn't follow, wouldn't stalk
The person who let me go

Wanted me to remember, those times
You were my rest
You colored me between the lines
Now you carry me

With these boots on my feet
I will find a way
A way for us, again, to meet
At a crossroads

Intersectable, so connectable
Like Lego bricks
We are built, unbreakable
This love, unmistakable

I don't always like
What you have to say
Never will I strike
You, and walk away

A promise that comes from  a past
A promise it is
A promise that will promise to last
My word.

So these boots continue
To carry promises
To walk, because I miss you
Just to be closer

Even if I never touch your heart
I know we
Are never far apart
Not in my head

Boots to ***** in the dirt
To find you
Boots to wear, when we flirt
Or any other time

Boots a map to my home
To find you, my love
So I will not be alone
Just me, and my boots
 Nov 2015 Will
Aurora Maciel
Her
 Nov 2015 Will
Aurora Maciel
Her
Her.*
Her *smile

Her voice
Her eyes
Her love
Her laugh
Her warmth
Her existence,
My **everything
 Nov 2015 Will
rootsbudsflowers
I need
Your movements
To match
With mine
Once more.
 Nov 2015 Will
rootsbudsflowers
Nothing compares to a kiss on the lips.
You can brush your lips up against her temple
And you can kiss him on the cheek,
But all those kisses pale in comparison
To a kiss on the lips.

See there's a sort of passion and commitment
That can only be found when lips collide.
You can share a moment with his neck
And give her love on the small of her back
But all those kisses pale in comparison
To a kiss on the lips.

Because while our lips are making small talk in the space between our cheeks we share in a sort of connection that only lips can provide. A sort of understanding that this is more than just a moment of lust, or a second of seduction. This is a sort of connection that holds its ground. Because even if love fails, lips are remembered. Lips don't forget. Lips are forever.
 Nov 2015 Will
Destani McKee
I cant wait to meet the person who looks at me and thinks, 'wow, im so lucky to have her.'
It ***** being a lonely hopeless romantic
 Nov 2015 Will
Ivy Smith
I'm Fine
 Nov 2015 Will
Ivy Smith
"I'm fine," she says with a halfhearted grin.
"I'm fine," she says again, waving away a helpful hand.
"I'm fine," she says to herself, several minutes later.
"I'm fine," she whispers, wiping her face.
She's not fine.

"I'm fine," she says moments after the cry leaves her lips.
"I'm fine," she says to herself, sinking to the floor.
"I'm fine," she tells herself, shaking in a ball.
"I'm fine," she repeats, picking up the razorblade.
She's not fine.

"I'm fine," she says to her concerned family.
"I'm fine," she insists as those who love her worry.
"I'm fine," she says to anyone who listens.
"I'm fine," she lies as she slices her wrists.
She's not fine.

"I'm fine," she cries, sobbing on the bathroom floor.
"I'm fine," she wails, but only in a whisper.
"I'm fine," she mutters, watching the blood leave her wrist.
"I'm fine," she practices, stepping from the room.
She's not fine.

"I'm fine," she assures the world outside.
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