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Category Archives: Sad
never for me
the touch of her fingers her hair in the wind the smell of her showers the feel of her skin the sound of her laughter the sight of her tears her face in the moonlight the curve of each ear … Continue reading
Posted in Getting Over It, Girls, Sad, poetry
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in time
a white dress wrapped around someone else’s bride right words that never escaped from inside deep feelings that are too wrong to confess in time you’ll grow to love her less hold the invitation like your other choice what might … Continue reading
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bounty
a few more wishes roll in with the tide like lava the earth can’t keep inside i gather it up and dig holes to hide these memories of a darker pride i was walking a cluttered ocean floor weighted with … Continue reading
Posted in Getting Over It, Sad, Struggles, poetry
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second story
in the spring another fall for the stubborn leaves that cling to the now new budding branches life pushes death out of the way fluttering, twisting, fighting bearing it’s own memory these lonely strangers fall once blessed with such a … Continue reading
Posted in Death, Sad, Struggles, poetry
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probably
if i took my turn under the lights if i wasn’t home on friday nights if i didn’t always need to be right would she love me? if i sang songs on the radio if i sometimes said i have … Continue reading
Posted in Girls, Sad, poetry
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