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Don't. When the summer flies it will teach the skies not to tell. Not to tell us a single word more than it has to.
After all, all has already been said, and so as summer ends it rains, sad, because of what words not left said.
Autumn falls from the sky like dead skin, an old cocoon.
Spring blushes, its rekindled fire of remembered romance, it has forgotten all the wrongs as most lovers do.
After all, all has already been said, and so as summer ends it rains, sad, because of what words not left said.
Autumn falls from the sky like dead skin, an old cocoon.
Spring blushes, its rekindled fire of remembered romance, it has forgotten all the wrongs as most lovers do.
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Paranoia
Yesterday I accidently broke my neighbor's car window.
My neighbor is huge and strong, I had to do something.
So I tried to tell him that I was sorry, but he did not listen.
I am so worried of what he is going to do. Is he going to call the police, my parents, or even the school? Or will he just go after me directly?
Maybe I should just tell my parents what happened and then they can take care of it.
No, they could not help me, they would hand me right to him.
I have to look over my shoulder to make sure he is not following, but somehow I know he is, waiting for the opportunity to make me pay.
He would try and catch me, maybe I shoul
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Never Forgotten
You are pushing...
Trying to erase...
But you refuse to wipe away those words that rest gentle on the lines.
You can't do it.
They are written in pen.
You won't rip the well designed paper either.
You will have to paint over those honest words.
You will always know that underneath those vibrant colours lies a hidden script.
A secret code that whispers in your sleep.
You have become a spy.
Undercover, in your own world.
What are you searching for?
Is it your treasure which you have tucked away?
Hopefully you will find that which you have intentionally lost,
And at its appearance,
You will forget the tears you shed,
And once again remember
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Regret
Dad, I know you think I'm a mistake,
And I've made everyone you love break.
I only stand and watch,
My life is just a big botch.
Have I ever made you proud?
I can't help that the voices are so loud.
Will I ever get the smile?
Instead of giving you a mouth full of bile.
I know I've let you down,
Causing you to only frown.
I'm truly sorry, dad
I wish , I was the daughter, you never had.
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This is something that came to me while thinking about the cycle most people go through with relationships.
Dear people of the world, Any feedback whether good or bad is greatly appreciated! Don't be shy
Dear people of the world, Any feedback whether good or bad is greatly appreciated! Don't be shy
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This is really lovely.
The comparisons and wording are all really solid and sweet.
Well done.
The comparisons and wording are all really solid and sweet.
Well done.