more misleading words could not have been selected. smile once more at me laugh in the way which you'd forgotten i've been waiting for the flower to bloom instead the bubbles swelled and burst. another lace dress wasted. feel my breath upon your cheek. instead of moving further away, i'm going to wait, wait... i'm… Continue reading here to stay
he looked at her face, sitting only a few feet away from her face. he looked fondly, letting the fire glow warm his face. again, he saw the stories he would tell, the could have been's and the could be's begin to form. he tried to shut down, but he couldn't help but gaze at… Continue reading fire glow
it broke her heart to know that he felt this way. she'd been through something like this before, and like last time, she felt helpless. she knew more about what he was going through this time round. but she was unable to comfort him in the way that he needed. she felt angry at the… Continue reading broken daydream
take my hand, dance with me tonight. another post, another thought, dedicated to you. nearly all of what has recently been written, has been for you. let's sway together, slowly. i don't want to get dizzy, so i'll centre my focus on the smile in the corner of your mouth. my actions mirror yours in… Continue reading can’t help falling
i have letters i'd written 2 years ago, ready to be sent out. but i don't have the courage to put a stamp on them. there are three in total. 1 before you came to London, written in nervous anticipation 1 after you cut off communication, written in angry disappointment 1 written a few months… Continue reading letters
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i've been caught in a whirlwind, i'm spinning so fast, i'm so far off the ground. i've been swept away. money, responsibility, excitement, happiness, simplicity swirls around me picked up by the ferocious winds. i've separated body and mind, left my limbs limp, so that nature may take control. my mind jumps quickly from one… Continue reading tornado
i look over at the sun. it's heating up my room, leaving me to broil in drowsy comfort. in the background, my father's voice gradually swells, repetitively battling with his duty to his students and slow understanding of technology. in the corner of my eye i see the medicine sitting on my desk. it peeks… Continue reading healing
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sweet, the skies blurry baby, it's raining every time i open my eyes let me write this prose about you doesn't everyone deserve to have poetry dedicated to them? i remember the first poem i received, it was 9 pages long, filled with adolescent heartbreak and sorrow. sweet, do you want me to write verse… Continue reading sweet, the skies blurry
