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Jude kyrie Oct 2015
Can you not feel it?
The warm sun filled glow
shining between us.
You say to me
You are my best friend
Even after we have made tove.

Can you not see it?
The thick fog between us
has  lifted to  only a light  mist..
I need you to stop saying
We are just friends.
you know how many times
we have crossed that line.

Can you not understand that
I ache to hold you close
each time we meet..
That the colors are all brighter.
The air is softer.
And the angel I keep hidden
Inside my heart
comes out and folds
her wings about us.

Can you not believe?
We are best friends
Just like you say we are.
Best friends.
Who  have  now progressed
Into lifelong lovers.
Nagilia Melendez Jun 2015
I'm going to tell you a story,
About a girl,
Who wanted nothing but fame and glory.

She dreamt of days without a worry.
A world when people have no need to be sorry.
She sits back and enjoys the moment,
With music in her ears as her docent.

Tunes from varying artist,
From tove lo, to G eazy, to the weeknd.
Creating moods that she never knew exist.
Everything was just pefect.

It began to rain,
She turns down the volume.
She cries quietly,
Listening to the stories drops create in her brain.

She tries not to remember the pain,
But the memories continued to swirl and destroy her,
Like a bunch of internal hurricanes.
Then, she remembers the relief of cutring open her veins.

She clenches her fists,
She tries to resit.
The voices begin to scream,
Stripping away her self esteem.

She covers her ears,
She continues to Cry!
"No more fears no more fears!"
She pops some pills trying to get high.

But she took too much,
And she dies.
This is just a story,
Of a girl who was used for fame and glory.
#sad #inspiration #suicide #depressed #
Lisa May 2018
Don’t listen to them when they say **** won’t ******* up.
Don’t listen to that stupid tove lo song and think it’s meant for you.
Google long term depotentiation and get back to me.
While you’re at it, bring all those memories I lost back to me too.

I can remember the time on the mountain, numerous hotel stays, your fish sheets, your bedroom, your socks, your bracelets.

I wish I could forget the time I had to call an ambulance, your parents, and mine.
I can recall the time security was called, my window banging, how my hand stung, and you promising it wasn’t when it obviously was.

I can remember the first time we said it, and maybe the last time we meant it in my backyard.
It’s almost as if you knew right then you were going to **** it all up.
I can’t imagine why else you cried so hard.
Jude kyrie Aug 2015
FRIENDS, AND LOVERS
Can you not feel it?
The warm sun filled glow
between us.
You say to me
You are my best friend
Even after we have made tove.

Can you not see it?
The thick fog between us
has lifted leaving a hazy mist..
I need you to stop saying
We are just friends.
you know how many times
we have crossed that line.

Can you not understand.?
I ache to hold you close
each time we meet..
that the colors are brighter.
The air is softer.
And the angel I keep hidden
Inside my heart
comes out and folds
her wings about us.

Can you not believe?
We are best friends
Just like you say we are.
Best friends.
who have progressed
Into lifelong lovers.
David P Carroll Aug 2019
You put a smile on my face
Every morning in my life,
Your voice sweet as honey,
Your heart fills my day with
True tove and happiness

My love for you is true and
I'm forever in love with you.....
Love
Islam Marzouk Feb 2019
Are you gazing at the stars right now?
Do you miss me as I do, wondering how?
Are you peering into the future, to the day of my vow?
I'm searching for you; tell me how.

Looked in bookstores and concertos with classical grace,
Discussed symphonies for lost loved ones, wars, and embrace.
Scanned every sunset on all shores,
Hoping you're there, enjoying the outdoors.

Have I been in the wrong place all this while?
You're not on the moon, right? Not in outer space, that's not your style.
Finding love is hard, not an effortless grace,
Feels like I'm trapped alone in a maze.

Is it taking forever, not just a life phase?
If you're wondering how to recognize me, I always have a book,
And you, with the key to my heart's lock.
Can't wait for the day to show off when I cook.

Listening to a cover of Tove Lo's "Stay High",
The one that says, "You're gone, and I stay high all the time."
She lost him, and I can't find you; it's a lonesome rhyme.

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