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Category Archives: Sad
if we kissed
if we kissed would you slap my face? would a kiss be out of place? if i loved you and told you so would you fold your arms and tell me no like a parent with a little boy pointing … Continue reading
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strobe lights
storms like strobe lights slide through a valentine sky every girl i can think of has a hand upon her thigh a man to make her happy at least a reason not to cry hold the kiss in through the … Continue reading
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the problem with hope
i must explain what i can’t ignore a love that i’ve always apologized for hope’s in the corner with her fingers crossed wisdom tells her to get lost but every night she speaks to me i used to memorize her … Continue reading
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sometimes
sometimes it sounds like silence not many words could be as cruel sometimes it sounds like a siren or smells like jet engine fuel sometimes it stings like an open wound sometimes it’s a numb touch sometimes it gets more … Continue reading
Posted in Getting Over It, Girls, Sad, poetry
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used to dream
i used to dream that she would notice the deep down man i thought i was people say they put personality first but no one really does i used to dream that she would find a trace of my heart, … Continue reading
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