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  Aug 2018 ali
a M b 3 R
us
there is no us anymore
i wish i could go back to the times
that us existed
but without u
us won’t exist
and without me
us will be broken
trust
heart
all smashed to million pieces
broken
picking up those pieces
stitching them back
to the right places
hoping that they won’t leave a scar
hoping that it would look the same
hoping that u would come back
  Aug 2018 ali
Kayla Flanders
look at the mountains. the way the clouds seem to kiss the peaks. and the way the flowers curl their leaves in envy. look. look at the way the stream reluctantly snakes its way down the side. and the lily pads cry to stay. don't you see. the stars dancing with the moon and the windblown ***** of our tent. look how the mountains spell love.
                                                       -love is how we see the world in ourselves
ali Jul 2018
she still
wished on dandelions
and colored her dreams in crayon.

but then you appeared.

and at first,
your presence covered her
with a sense of comfort and belonging,
a blanket of serenity and warmth.

but once you had captured her young heart,
she lost all control.

soon, you erased all color from her dreams,
forbid wishes of any sort.
this blanket you had weaved
had become a cage
... and yet her heart still loved
the man who had now become
its dictator.
yay for prompts we find on pinterest !! "write a scene using three things: crayons, dictatorship, blanket"
ali Jul 2018
you left, you're gone-
i'm not sure how we've moved on.
four years have passed,
god, i can't even believe how fast.
the worst part is...
you seemed to have left her beyond repair
without even a care.
woah it rhymes...
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