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Think back to the days,
The days that we remained,
Tight in each other's arms.
"Together forever 'til we fall apart".
Back over the times,
The times that we stayed,
Under the blanket.
"Here with you, I will always be safe".
Through the moments,
The moments in which we kissed,
Like nobody else would love you more.
"I promise, only you I shall adore".
The secrets you told,
The love that we hold,
It all starts to crash down.
"Together forever 'til we fall apart".
I wander alone,
Setting myself to the danger,
Of this world.
"Here with you, I will always be safe".
Time to let go,
Leaving only memories to remain.
You and me, now alone.
"I promise, only you I shall adore".
The days that we remained,
Tight in each other's arms.
"Together forever 'til we fall apart".
Back over the times,
The times that we stayed,
Under the blanket.
"Here with you, I will always be safe".
Through the moments,
The moments in which we kissed,
Like nobody else would love you more.
"I promise, only you I shall adore".
The secrets you told,
The love that we hold,
It all starts to crash down.
"Together forever 'til we fall apart".
I wander alone,
Setting myself to the danger,
Of this world.
"Here with you, I will always be safe".
Time to let go,
Leaving only memories to remain.
You and me, now alone.
"I promise, only you I shall adore".
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Literature
dreamergirl
The Last Time I saw you,
you were down in the dirt,
[literally] on hands and knees,
looking for the bit of magic
your father had promised was toiling
just underneath the surface.
You feel it, you whispered in
a cotton hush like the vibrancy
of your voice would intimidate the
dreams you scraped at beneath the
faultlines. Daddy never told a lie
[excluding the usual good things
come to those who wait, and 'tis better
to have loved and lost, and every end
is a new beginning]. You feel it,
you whispered, trembling at the hands
the same way you did for the Pills
that couldn't quite fix the Problem.
.
I never really understood all the ways
you
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love is coming home--
i don't write about God.
i don't write about God because it's writing about love, it's writing about faith, it's writing about trust and hope and belief and pain, the kind of gut-wrenching betrayal you feel when you've given up and you're waiting for someone to save you, only nobody ever does.
and who else are you going to blame?
it's easy to write about a God you don't believe in. it's easy to pour out all your hate and anger and hurt and deepest, darkest broken fears and fling them from your fingertips and scream, this is not God! it's easy to believe in nothing.
it's not easy to believe.
believing is opening yourself to the pain. it's
Literature
Imagine
a mind lost
in the midst
of the forest;
dreaming of a
world of heroes.
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I honestly don't even know how I came up with this haha. I just sorta threw it together, but it doesn't sound all that bad.
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The repetition really ties this together. The one thing I would change would be those two places where you have end rhymes - they sort of throw me off. Other than that, this is such a moving poem! I especially love the contrast of stanzas 2 vs 5 - you played that so well. Wonderful work 