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1363 Summer laid her simple Hat On its boundless Shelf— Unobserved—a Ribbon slipt, ****** it for yourself. Summer laid her supple Glove In its sylvan Drawer— Wheresoe’er, or was she— The demand of Awe?

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Emily Dickinson

Summer laid her simple Hat

1363 Summer laid her simple Hat On its boundless Shelf— Unobserved—a Ribbon slipt, ****** it for yourself. Summer laid her supple Glove In its sylvan Drawer— Wheresoe’er, or was she— The demand of Awe?

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I should've said it, all the words that slipt away. You just stood there waiting for me to say something, anything would be enough but all I said was nothing and all I had was nothing. In my head I told you everything, how your eyes shine brighter than all the stars in the world put together, how everything reminds me of you, when i pass by the bench in park avenue 16 i could've sworn i saw us, **the old us sitting, laughing, in love, the way it was supposed to be**. I shouldve told you that the silence isnt cause i dont love you, it's cause my love for you has left me speechles, breathless. Its like i have so much to say, i just cant seem to find the words. I know im late, with you about to fall for the wrong girl and all, but before you leave, Just hear me out, i know im all over the place and im not even close to being perfect but what we have is as close as we'll ever get to forever. Its always been me and you against the world. I shouldve said it, maybe it was wrong to say nothing as you walked away.

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Aug 11, 2013

Aug 11, 2013 at 7:07 PM UTC

Thehabitsofmyheart

Nothing

I should've said it, all the words that slipt away. You just stood there waiting for me to say something, anything would be enough but all I said was nothing and all I had was nothing. In my head I told you everything, how your eyes shine brighter than all the stars in the world put together, how everything reminds me of you, when i pass by the bench in park avenue 16 i could've sworn i saw us, **the old us sitting, laughing, in love, the way it was supposed to be**. I shouldve told you that the silence isnt cause i dont love you, it's cause my love for you has left me speechles, breathless. Its like i have so much to say, i just cant seem to find the words. I know im late, with you about to fall for the wrong girl and all, but before you leave, Just hear me out, i know im all over the place and im not even close to being perfect but what we have is as close as we'll ever get to forever. Its always been me and you against the world. I shouldve said it, maybe it was wrong to say nothing as you walked away.

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The winter was our season. While the cold air creep's up upon me, upon you, it send's shiver's down my spine. The kind of shiver's that weaken you, the ones full of loneliness. As the first snow fall come's it just doesnt feel like it should, like it did. A walk in the cold was once filled with warmth, the kind from the inside going out. But now i walk and all i feel is the cold but not just the cold of the air, the cold of how empty everything inside of me now is. The snow fall's a little less this year but i know why, there's no need for logic reasoning.It's awfly uncomfortable to not have you right now. As i walk and acknowledge my surrounding's the wind blows through me, it remind's me of you. I can only hope the ice doesnt slip out from under you, but then again you'd know how it felt when you slipt right from under me:The crash and the rush of losing all control as you knew it. As i walk down this street like we once did hand in hand, i look around and all i see is the bare tree's. There's no need for the tree's to talk, without their leaves theyre self explainitory. When i look up to try and dump the thoughts of you out of my head i see nothing but grey, almost to a point where it doesnt look like there's clouds anymore, look's more like a painting. But what use does an already painted canvas have? When i look ahead and continue to walk i look down, down to the sidewalk where i, at one point, had set eyes on you. When i could've whenever i wanted to. I can only dream about that privledge now. We went together like the winter and a sweater. And like the combination, we couldn't go without one another. But now i walk on this sidewalk with my jacket, my mittens, and a empty hand and all i can do is just think about how full this hand was. I had the whole world in it. I had you. The winter had us. But now the winter and i are both empty handed. This winter feel's like a different season, a season that doesn't exsist for a reason. The snow flakes fall because they have to, not because they want to. The air blow's with bitter sweet cold because it want's to taunt me. The tree's weep with lonesome and worry because theyre with me on this one. The snow on the ground show's my footstep's, show's that it's only me. no one beside me. And you, you sit at home in your signifigant other's arm's, forgetting the real feeling of winter. Winter, winter was our season. As you stand outside the air that had blown through me creep's it's way to you and as it weep's over you, you feel it, you breathe it in, and you hear it, hear it as it whispers into your ear's the warmth of the memories. That's when you realize that yes, winter, Winter was our season.

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May 7, 2010

May 7, 2010 at 7:44 PM UTC

seanasea-sierra-wallen

Winter

The winter was our season. While the cold air creep's up upon me, upon you, it send's shiver's down my spine. The kind of shiver's that weaken you, the ones full of loneliness. As the first snow fall come's it just doesnt feel like it should, like it did. A walk in the cold was once filled with warmth, the kind from the inside going out. But now i walk and all i feel is the cold but not just the cold of the air, the cold of how empty everything inside of me now is. The snow fall's a little less this year but i know why, there's no need for logic reasoning.It's awfly uncomfortable to not have you right now. As i walk and acknowledge my surrounding's the wind blows through me, it remind's me of you. I can only hope the ice doesnt slip out from under you, but then again you'd know how it felt when you slipt right from under me:The crash and the rush of losing all control as you knew it. As i walk down this street like we once did hand in hand, i look around and all i see is the bare tree's. There's no need for the tree's to talk, without their leaves theyre self explainitory. When i look up to try and dump the thoughts of you out of my head i see nothing but grey, almost to a point where it doesnt look like there's clouds anymore, look's more like a painting. But what use does an already painted canvas have? When i look ahead and continue to walk i look down, down to the sidewalk where i, at one point, had set eyes on you. When i could've whenever i wanted to. I can only dream about that privledge now. We went together like the winter and a sweater. And like the combination, we couldn't go without one another. But now i walk on this sidewalk with my jacket, my mittens, and a empty hand and all i can do is just think about how full this hand was. I had the whole world in it. I had you. The winter had us. But now the winter and i are both empty handed. This winter feel's like a different season, a season that doesn't exsist for a reason. The snow flakes fall because they have to, not because they want to. The air blow's with bitter sweet cold because it want's to taunt me. The tree's weep with lonesome and worry because theyre with me on this one. The snow on the ground show's my footstep's, show's that it's only me. no one beside me. And you, you sit at home in your signifigant other's arm's, forgetting the real feeling of winter. Winter, winter was our season. As you stand outside the air that had blown through me creep's it's way to you and as it weep's over you, you feel it, you breathe it in, and you hear it, hear it as it whispers into your ear's the warmth of the memories. That's when you realize that yes, winter, Winter was our season.

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to be trans is to have you live expectancy slipt into half to be trans is being homesick in your body to be trans is being hated by people ** claim to preach love to be trans is beautiful to be trans is beautiful to be trans is beautiful I repeat myself because I am trying to convince myself to be trans is beautiful

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Feb 11, 2019

Feb 11, 2019 at 9:50 AM UTC

arden

to be trans

to be trans is to have you live expectancy slipt into half to be trans is being homesick in your body to be trans is being hated by people ** claim to preach love to be trans is beautiful to be trans is beautiful to be trans is beautiful I repeat myself because I am trying to convince myself to be trans is beautiful

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Ferocious Medusa, your eyes so sweet Only you may give this heart it's beat Windows to see or to be seen ? Without curtains to hide behind or to conceal They catch the rain yet never stain I couldn't think, I had to stare Beyond restraint, I slipt and fell Was it an ephemeral lapse or an impetuous dive ? If getting lost is the journey I yearn for Through their mirror surfaced reservoir Swallowed whole by clairvoyance Have you not seen what I have shown ? To have them gazing back but once I would gladly turn into stone And sink forever into their endless briny depths

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Dec 30, 2016

Dec 30, 2016 at 4:55 AM UTC

bumblesnuf

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Ferocious Medusa, your eyes so sweet Only you may give this heart it's beat Windows to see or to be seen ? Without curtains to hide behind or to conceal They catch the rain yet never stain I couldn't think, I had to stare Beyond restraint, I slipt and fell Was it an ephemeral lapse or an impetuous dive ? If getting lost is the journey I yearn for Through their mirror surfaced reservoir Swallowed whole by clairvoyance Have you not seen what I have shown ? To have them gazing back but once I would gladly turn into stone And sink forever into their endless briny depths

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Goodbye, with darkened eyes streaming. Years slipt by, as seasons tried, To wake me from my slumber. From januarys warmth, to the shiver of december. She walked with me. This i do remember. Sweetest days, To soon had come to wither. The roses slowly shed their skin, Leaving sweetness now remembered. Hope blooms as spring thaws out the winter. There are cracks in me, Yes thats where the lights shines in. So, goodbye my love. I loved you because it was bitter, And it was my heart. But the stony earth of soul, I till the loam and plant the seeds, And watch love bloom from that soil.

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Nov 19, 2015

Nov 19, 2015 at 1:04 AM UTC

Another-dead-hero

Goodbye blue monday

Goodbye, with darkened eyes streaming. Years slipt by, as seasons tried, To wake me from my slumber. From januarys warmth, to the shiver of december. She walked with me. This i do remember. Sweetest days, To soon had come to wither. The roses slowly shed their skin, Leaving sweetness now remembered. Hope blooms as spring thaws out the winter. There are cracks in me, Yes thats where the lights shines in. So, goodbye my love. I loved you because it was bitter, And it was my heart. But the stony earth of soul, I till the loam and plant the seeds, And watch love bloom from that soil.

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