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Hayley Jul 2013
your love was like a tornado
calm
then unexpected
tearing me apart
and leaving me with nothing


hmc
Hayley Jul 2013
I'm scared of a lot
but I think
the scariest thing of all
is how something
so grand
can end
so suddenly


hmc
Hayley Jul 2013
you
a stranger became a friend
a friend became a lover
oh what I would give
to stay this way forever


hmc
Hayley Jul 2013
Your love was like the ocean
Like a current you pulled me in
And washed over me with your waves of love
It seemed never ending
And it seemed harmless
Then it took me by surprise
I crashed onto the shore
I lay there battered and broken
And I too was like the ocean
Always coming back for more

hmc
Hayley Aug 2013
He was the brightest star in my sky
He was a shooting star
He was gone in a flash


hmc
Hayley Oct 2013
I was never afraid of falling in love
I was afraid of losing it
I was afraid of having to let go
I was afraid of starting over


hmc
Hayley Dec 2013
I miss the smoke in my lungs
But I don’t miss you
And I miss your skin against mine
But I don’t miss you
And this next line is a lie
I don’t miss you.


hmc
Hayley Jul 2013
the pain of your absence
is more painful
than any pain
I've felt before


hmc
Hayley Oct 2013
I always wondered why it was so difficult to write about you
And that’s when I realized how empty I became when you
left.



hmc
Hayley Dec 2013
I found myself when I lost you
and I love me more than I loved you


hmc
it gets easier.
Hayley Jul 2013
l o v e
nothing compares
to the butterflies in my stomach
when you kiss my lips
and tell me you love me


hmc
Hayley Jul 2013
I watched you change
before my very eyes.
but I can't be too mad
for I have changed too.
but it's still hard
because now
I'm holding on to a person
who no longer exists
and maybe you are too.


hmc
The way some mates
Most times use their brain
Helps to ease my pain
Whenever I feel deranged

Their poetical way
Could be describe as sane

People like B_ViRGE
Who keeps me inspired
Every time I feel mentally tired

Or great minds like Muhsin
And the quote-master HMC
And my StreetPoetry cliques
Who doesn't seem
To need a war machine
To rescue or ****

No protective barbed-wire
Or an heavy gunfire
To fight an empire

Cos' their style of war;
Is lyrically pure
Their battling style;
Is well designed;
In poetic lines

Their artistic rhyme;
Could help invert;
The hate-filled mind;
To the rightful path;
Of love and light

And touch the lives
Of those whose life
Are filled with strife

To help ordain
The lost and strayed;
To find their way;
To the rightful place;
they're destined to reign

Their thoughts are gold
The type not-sold

Their words could bring joy
And sometimes a sword
To conquer war
Or break the jaw
Of those whose talk
Are filled with bluff

They're masters of words
Whose art will ever soar
Till forever exhaust

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