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You make me fall like a glass off acounter top. Sudden and
shattering.
But it’s not your fault.
It’s in my nature to always stand, ..
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Your words assure me that I’m good enough,
But your eyes tell me to be better.
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You speak the words of my diary,
And you blossom in the sun the way I might on my best day.
Even though you try to hold my tears, they still end..
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I love.
I love the trees when the wind rustles their leaves in a
symphony of whispers.
I love the frothy waters that flirt with the shore.
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Waters came and flooded the city.
Everything washed away, down the drain.
A flush of pink, a slab of gray, and a rotting house to
remain.
Ta..
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Here you lay, keeping the clock company.
Your
eyes glazed with thought.
Birds
chirp outside your window, cars speed by on the street outside,
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You love when the leaves fall around your feet,
And the vibrant hum of instrumentals in music.
Never-have I once-seen you cry,
Though you&rsq..
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Don’t bat a lash; you cannot look in the mirror,
For there is nothing left to love.
Sunday morning ritual, you cannot join,
I’m a..
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The way she smiled, the way her hair was always so bright, the way her lips moved when she was unsure of something; all the things that made me notic..
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I always loved
watching Aunt Beatrice getting ready to go out. Her presence was quite
prevalent in my life, growing up. The way she’d smooth ..
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