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c. 2014

Hair black like the night sky above, brown eyes Shine bright gold in the setting of the sun-- He never failed t..

Waves crash against sand once undisturbed, Bittersweet salt stings in lips bitten raw. The shore sings to the ..

There’s something in the silence of the room, A pencil scratches on pages once bare. Green eyes find it..

I find it hard to write down what I think, My words just seem repetitive and cheap�" The only thi..

They tell me to give up on you, but I Can’t seem to let go of what once was mine�" The ray o..

But have you ever read the words I wrote; Created months too late and helplessly Trying to swallow the words c..

I’m just going to think in sonnets now, In rhyme schemes and a beat always the same; Taking refuge in th..

I have to wonder if you’d even care If I got up and vanished from thin air, If you came by and told I wa..