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 Feb 2018 xy
Sarah Taylor
The dry, black grass crunches beneath my sneakers
The chilly wind blows through my clothing
I gaze up at the gray sky
And think of you.

Blood rushes through my dull veins
My pulse quickens exponentially
My heart beats more and more strongly
It beats for you.

The soft, green grass waves calmly
The warm, spring wind rustles my hair
My eyes shoot up to the vivid, beautiful baby blue sky.
I love you.
... I need to stop with the true love poems, don't I?
 Feb 2018 xy
Ekstyn
Bedtime Story
 Feb 2018 xy
Ekstyn
Someday, when I'm
Old enough,
brave enough
To have my own
Children,
I'll tell them about you...
About a man
I loved so much,
About how I longed
to hold your back
whenever I'm
walking behind you...
About how I wrote
Love letters and
never let you read
any of them...
About how I prayed
and hoped that
You'd be brave enough
to love me too...
About how I almost
told you Iloveyou
on a New Year's Eve...
Of the teasing smiles
And hapless denials
that broke my heart
every time...
Of the small things
I did to show you
the things I could
never tell...
Someday, when we're
all aged and jaded,
When the heart
No longer fears
rejection,
I will tell my
Children that
You were my first love
And my only
Heartache.

And how I could
Only hope
to tell them that
It was you...
Their father broke
My heart a million
Times but
loved me all the same...
If only I was brave enough to tell you all of this and you were strong enough to love me too...
 Feb 2018 xy
Amanda Kay Burke
I love you a lot
I am sure this is true
With each touch I fall deeper
Into this sea of love with you
Come with me my love,
To the sea, the sea of love.
I want to tell you,
How much i love you.

I can't remember what artist recorded that song but I like it, it seemed fitting for this piece.
 Feb 2018 xy
JP
Admire
 Feb 2018 xy
JP
a
project with her
days are departing
like a minute
finally
got completed
came home
released my animal
over her thought!!
 Feb 2018 xy
Kurt Philip Behm
I saw the end
  in the beginning
  at the beginning
  of the end

I wrote the final chapter
  before the preface
  with nothing left
  to send

I walked 1000 miles
  before sitting down
  then walked 1000 miles
  again

To reach the end of
  the beginning
  the beginning of
  the end

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2015)
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